Rāmāyaṇacampū 1.116

1.116

Then Daśaratha, having closely embraced and kissed the head of Rāma—who had become possessed of the abundance of power transferred from Jamadagni's son and whose arms were as attractive as the coils of the lord of serpents—entered Ayodhyā, which was encircled by the Sarayū river flowing around its borders like a moat, while his white parasol seemed like an umbrella of peacock feathers through the side-glances, eclipsing the beauty of tāpiñca flowers, cast from closely packed lattice windows by the city's noblewomen who reverently gazed at the sons accompanied by their wives.
The first of the aesthetic sentiments, skilled in union with youth,
attended upon the four sons of the lord of the Ikṣvākus,
who attained boundless pleasure through those brides
whose erotic signs were unclear because of modest shame. (116)