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जब मध्य बन पहुँचे सिया पिय उमडि घन भरिलाइ। चमकन लगीं चपला चहुँदिसि मोर सोर सुनाइ॥ भाँज आलिन की चाल चतुरी चुवन लाग रंग। भाने सपट जाँग लिपट दरसाइ त्यौं आंग अंग २८॥
When Sita and her beloved reach the middle of the grove, massed clouds swell and fill the sky. Lightning begins to flash in every direction and peacocks sound their cries. At the clever turn contrived by the companions, the color of passion begins to spill; on that pretext the lovers rush together, thighs entwined, revealing limb against limb. (28)