Jai Sri Ram,
Held captive within her lotus-like mouth her bee-like speech refused to stir out for fear of the night of modesty, tears remained confined within the corner of her eyes, just as the gold of a stingy miser remains buried in a nook of his house,
Sita felt abashed when she perceived her great agitation of mind, summoning up courage in her heart, therefore, she confidently said to herself, IF I AM TRUE TO MY VOW IN THOUGHT, WORD, and DEED, and if my mind is really attached to the lotus feet of Sri Rama, I AM SURE GOD, who dwells in the heart of all, WILL MAKE ME SRI RAMA's BONDSLAVE,
FOR ONE GET UNITED WITHOUT DOUBT WITH HIM FOR WHOM ONE CHRISH TRUE LOVE, casting a glance at the lord she resolved to love him even at the cost of her life, the embodiment of compassion, understood it all, looking at Sita He glanced at the bow as the Garuda would gaze on a poor little snake,
When Laxmana perceived that the jewel of Raghus's race had cast a glance at the bow of Hara, the hair on his body stood erect and he uttered the following words pressing the crust of the earth under his foot,,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
