discovered their long-lost treasure

Jai Sri Ram,
Her companions then pointed out to her the two lovely brothers,

One a bit dark and other fair of hue, standing behind the fence of creepers,

Beholding the beauty of the two princes her eyes were filled with greed,

They rejoiced as if they had discovered their long-lost treasure, the eyes become motionless at the site of Sri Rama's loveliness-the eyelid too forget to fall,

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like a bee sucking the nectar from Lotus

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,

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Rare in this world

Jai Sri Ram,
It is Natural trait with race of Raghu that they Never set their heart on evil courses,

As for myself i am fully confident of my mind, which has never sought another's wife even in dream,

Rare in this world are those noble men who never turn their back on the foe in battle nor give their heart to or cast an amorous glance on another's wife,

And whom no beggar meets with a rebuff,

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an index of coming good fortune

Jai sri Ram,
She has been escorted by her girl companions to worship Goddess Gauri

And is moving about in the garden diffusing light all about her,

My heart which is pure by nature-is agitated by the sight of Her Transcendent beauty,

The reason of all this is known to God alone, but i tell you my brother, my right limbs are throbbing, which is an index of coming good fortune,

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She lands charms to charm itself

Jai Sri Ram,
She lands charms to charm itself-he said to himself and looks as if a flame of light is burning in a house of beauty,

The smiles already employed by the poets are all stale and hackneyed, to whom shall i liken the daughter of Videha,

Thus describing to himself Sita's loveliness and reflecting on his own condition the lord innocently spoke to his younger brother in terms appropriate to the Occasion,

 Brother, She is no other than the daughter of king Janaka, for whom the bow-sacrifice is being arranged,

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put his whole creative skill in visible form

Jai Sri Ram,
His charming eyes became motionless, as if Nimi-the god of winking had left the eyelids out of shyness,

Sri Rama was filled with rapture to behold Sita's beauty,

He admired it in heart but utterance failed him,

He felt as if the creator had put his whole creative skill in visible form and demonstrated it to the world at large,

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his eyes feasted themselves on Sita's countenance

Jai Sri Ram,
Recollecting Narada's words she was filled with innocent love and with anxious eyes she gazed all round like a startled fawn,

Hearing the tinkling of bangles, the small bells tied round waist and anklets Sri Rama thought within himself and then Said_

Laxmana-it seems as if cupid has surrounded his kettledrum with intent to conquer the universe,

So saying he looked once again in the same direction whence the sound came and his eyes feasted themselves on Sita's countenance even as the Cakora bird gaze on the Moon,

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that hers was an old love

Jai Sri Ram,
The words of this damsel highly pleased Sita,

Her eyes was restless for the sight of princes,

with that kind friend to lead the way she followed,

No one knew that hers was an old love,

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