Jai Sri Ram,
All the mothers were so overcome with joy and rupture that their feet refused to walk and their limbs began to droop, charming and captivating music of every king playing around, to mark the occasion, carrying in their lotus hands salvers of gold-laden with articles of good omen, queen proceeds joyfully to greet their sons,
Good omens manifested themselves and the gods rained flowers to the beat of drums, while celestials dames danced for joy, Ayodhya then greeted the king in its own inherent truth and rejoiced to see four noble princes with their brides, delighted mothers waved lights over the pairs, after performing the rites as prescribed by Vedas, mothers conducted them all to the Palace,
The mothers derived joy like anything, Rama smiled within himself in the ecstasy of the occasion, and they all saluted the preceptor and dignified Brhamans, Dasarath Thanked Vashistha in many forms and felt himself to be luckiest of all, Princes with their brides bowed to preceptor's again and again, sage invoked blessings on them,
There was constant felicity, joy and rejoicing and days rolled in this way, Ayodhya was inundated with a tidal wave of delight, swelling higher and still higher, Those men who reverently hear or sing the tales of this auspicious festivities shall ever be happy by the grace of Sri Rama and goddess Sita, know Sri Rama's glory is an abode of felicity,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
