Part 2: Incarnation as Ananta (introduction)

Now in Jambūdvīpa in the southern half of Bharata there is a capital city Ayodhyā, the ground of the mountain of the Ikṣvāku-family. It shone with a circular moat with shining clear water like a superior woman wreathed and dressed for love. The houses had good exits and entrances, good joinings,^[1] had money (plot), good floors (parts), like plays. On the top stories of its houses shine golden lattices, like crowns joined to the house-Lakṣmīs, one by one. The wind, carrying the fragrance of flowers used in the worship of the Arhats in its shrines, is like an errhine of nectar for the destruction of the people’s heat.