Jai sri Ram,
While Sri Rama was talking to his younger brother in this strain, his mins, which was enamoured of sri Sita's beauty, was all the time drinking in the loveliness of her countenance,
That like a bee sucking the nectar from Lotus,
Sri Sita looked timidly all round; her mind was a loss as to where the princes had gone,
Wherever the fawn eyed princes cast her glance, a continuous stream of white lotuses seemed to rain there,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks please
While Sri Rama was talking to his younger brother in this strain, his mins, which was enamoured of sri Sita's beauty, was all the time drinking in the loveliness of her countenance,
That like a bee sucking the nectar from Lotus,
Sri Sita looked timidly all round; her mind was a loss as to where the princes had gone,
Wherever the fawn eyed princes cast her glance, a continuous stream of white lotuses seemed to rain there,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks please
