Neath gorgeous flags that waved in rows On towers and roofs and porticoes. Mid merry crowds who sang and cheered The palace of the king they neared. Then Raghu’s son to Bharat, best Of duty’s slaves, these words addressed: “Pass onward to the monarch’s hall.

In plain words: Under rows of flags and among singing crowds, Rama nears the palace. He speaks to Bharat, the most dutiful of brothers, and tells him to go ahead into the king's hall.