Thus borne along in royal state King Ráma reached Ayodhyá’s gate With merry noise of shells and drums And joyful shouts, He comes, he comes, A Bráhman host with solemn tread, And kine the long procession led, And happy maids in ordered bands Threw grain and gold with liberal hands.

In plain words: Rama reaches the gate of Ayodhya with conch shells, drums and shouts of "He comes!" Priests and cows lead the parade, and young women throw grain and gold.