Pada 164
Janaka’s darling shines among her companions. All the other women resemble buds of white water lilies, while Siya appears as the golden champak blossom. Moon-faced beloved of Raghubara, she is the ripe fruit of beauty’s flowering vine.
Gazing upon her loveliness, the beloved’s every faculty fails. With a scarf laid across her shoulders, she wanders each day through the lane of ashoka trees. Rasamala says: “She delights my heart— she is the place where my mind finds rest.”
Pada 165
How boundless is the fortune of Janaka’s darling! Mistress of Kanak Bhavan, she shines among her companions like living light. Brahma, Narada, the Vedas, Shiva, Shuka, and Kaga sing her glory; her bridegroom gazes upon her face, utterly immersed in love.
Unshakable wedded blessedness dwells in every one of her limbs. Rasamala prays: “Live long, cherished one, united with your beloved in love.”
Pada 166
Who could ever describe Siya’s beauty? Gauri, Lakshmi, Saraswati, Ganesha, the Vedas, and Shesha all fall silent, humbled in mind. We behold and contemplate her every day, keeping that form enshrined within the happy mansion of the heart.
Nowhere have we found a fitting comparison; in the whole world, whom could one set beside Siya? Knowing this, we all smile—who could fully delight the heart with praise? Rasamala circles twelve measures of mustard and salt before Siya’s face to ward away the evil eye.