Go forth, go forth to meet your king, Let tabours sound and minstrels sing, Let bards swell high the note of praise Skilled in the lore of ancient days, Call forth the royal matrons: call Each noble from the council hall.

In plain words: Bharat orders everyone to go out to meet their king with drums, singers, and poets who know the old stories. He also calls for the royal ladies and the nobles of the council.