As he runs me on foot, carrying His and arrow,
I shall again and again turn in order to get a sight of my Lord,
No one else is so blessed as I am,
When Ravana drew near to the forest, Marica assumed the false appearance of gold artificially in laid with jewels, When Sita saw the exquisite beautiful creature, most lovely in every limb, Said to Rama- get me this,
May Lord bless all
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