If you leave me in Ayodhya till the expiry of your exile, you may rest assured that i shall not survive-O Storehouse of amiability and affection,
I shall render all sorts of service to my beloved lord and shall relieve him of all toil occasioned by the journey, I shall fan you with with a cheerful heart,
Who can dare look at me, when i am by the side of my lord, any more than hare or jackal would regard a lioness,
How true it is that i am of body while my lord is fit to bear the hardship of a forest.
May Lord bless all,
Thanks Please