Then o’er the earth let thousands throw Fresh showers of water cool as snow, And others strew with garlands gay With loveliest blooms our monarch’s way. On tower and temple porch and gate Let banners wave in royal state, And be each roof and terrace lined With blossoms loose and chaplets twined.”

In plain words: Shatrughna, Rama's youngest brother, keeps giving orders. Workers should sprinkle cool water on the road and scatter flowers along Rama's path. Banners should fly from towers and temples, and the roofs should be covered with flowers.