They rested weary for the night Upon a mountain’s wooded height, Then onward with the dawn they hied And stood on Pampá’s western side, Where Śavarí’s fair home they viewed Deep in that shady solitude.

In plain words: Tired, the brothers rest for the night on a forested mountain. At dawn they reach the west side of Lake Pampa and see the lovely, quiet home of Shabari, a holy woman living in the forest.