Awadh in Koshala is the crown among sacred realms, and Rama the crown among rasikas.
Sri Pramodavana is the crown among forest bowers, the abode of every happiness.
In separation from her, birds, parrots, and mynas, the entire city and countryside, grow deeply distressed.
Says Yugalapriya: it is no longer fitting to remain; now we must set out for Awadh.”
Pada 151
“Had I known that Ramaji, our guest, would leave for home at dawn, ten or five of us friends would have gathered and bound him by oath beforehand, O beloved boy.
Ramaji rides away mounted upon his horse, his shawl fluttering in the wind, O beloved boy.
A red turban shines upon Rama, while Siaji wears her green bridal veil, O beloved boy.
Neither house nor doorway pleases me now; even my own bed gives no delight, O beloved boy.
The friends of Janakpur say, ‘He bound us in love and then departed,’ O beloved boy.
One mind says, ‘Let me go with him into the wilderness,’ but the long road frightens me, O beloved boy.
‘Take heart, friend—Rama will return, bringing Janaka’s Darling with him,’ O beloved boy.”
Pada 152
The daughter leaves the city of Mithila for a distant place, sister; happiness has fallen away from Mithila, friend—it cannot be described.
Behold the condition of the king: tears stream ceaselessly from his eyes.
The queens weep in separation within their palaces; even the cows low, grieving for their calf.
Parrots, mynas, and all the creatures cry out, calling again and again, “Sia! Sia!”