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Raw and cooked, sweet and sour—here are chutney and digestive powders. Their sharp taste wakes the appetite, so the dishes please Your Highness. You are known to be wise, yet you glare and roll your eyes; even so, I shall not stop until my wish is fulfilled. Even if the whole night passes while we sit here, Raghunandan—this is our gari!

I did not summon you, nor did anyone write you a letter; barefoot, without even shoes, you came behind the sage as his companion. Seeing Janakpur, the bee of your mind grew greedy for the nectar of the divine pair. You would have remained here forever, had Guruji only given permission. Your heart kept wondering how a bond with Janakpur might be made, Raghunandan—this is our gari!

Today you asked sage Kaushika's leave to behold Janaka's city. The eagerness was in your own heart, but you placed the blame upon Lakshmana: “If you permit, I shall show him the city, as though taking him to the holy places.” Filled with proud delight, you set off dressed in all your finery. The state of the flower garden cannot be described, Raghunandan—this is our gari!

At the first glance you saw only the city's outer beauty, yet even then all the former pride of you two princes vanished. The loveliness of the inner city proved finer still; wherever you went, the mind remained fixed and the eyelids forgot to blink. Gazing toward the bow pavilion, you stood astonished and startled, Raghunandan—this is our gari!

Every resident of Mithila knows how the bow was broken; Shiva and the other gods were left dismayed and cast down.