Pada 178
Kishori's matchless words are filled with rasa. Moon, parrot, cuckoo—even the sweetest voice—none is their equal. Her teeth shine softly, her lips glow with beauty, and her words give her beloved the highest delight. Limb by limb her beauty overwhelms every poet; even Sharada's voice cannot express it. She sports endlessly with her beloved and gives delight within the Golden Palace. Jugalviharini, filled with exultation, serves them with the companions day and night.
Pada 179
Look, dear friends, upon the captivating bridegroom and bride! Janaka's daughter is a blessed branch of the divine wish-fulfilling tree, gracious through the fortune of this birth. Moonlight has arisen from the ocean of Nimi's line and illumined Ayodhya. The nectar-faced bride drinks the stream of her beloved's beauty through her two eyes.
Pada 180
Behold the young bride of the youthful darling! She is the sun that opens the lotus of Nimi's line, the sovereign lady who has brought happiness to Raghu's house. A lovely art has unfolded from the new knot of affection between the maiden of Ayodhya's lord and her beloved. Receiving the beautiful vessel of love according to her own desire, the young lover yearns for her. Darling of the sovereign lord of love, she is the ornament upon my head.
Pada 181
Sita, I place my trust in your revered feet. Kaushala's Prince, treasury of all illusion-dispelling power, dwells in the particles of dust beneath your soles. Your feet are the means of crossing the world and the source of auspiciousness within my heart; from them alone will my fortune arise.