Pada 308
When the maiden joyfully beheld the dark bridegroom, she forgot all awareness of herself. Her eyelids fluttered, and beholding that pleasing face, her heart grew eager.
His moonlike radiance scattered everywhere; the moon itself became intoxicated and abandoned its pride. Drinking the nectar of his beauty, her heart grew cool as she turned her eyes toward him again and again.
The fair young maiden sat at his left, creating the very limit of bliss. Like lightning flashing within a dark cloud, the two poured down drops of love.
Janaka’s long-awaited fruit ripened and filled every heart with joy when they entered the wedding pavilion.
Pada 309
Your long, curling hair and lovely face—ah, bridegroom! The bridegroom speaks words full of sweetness.
Your jeweled crown and ornamented robe—ah, bridegroom! The gentle trembling of your nose-jewel is priceless.
Your kohl-dark eyes pierce my heart—ah, bridegroom! Their sidelong glance is steeped in poison.
One mind says, “Remain forever at his side”—ah, bridegroom! Another mind reels and wavers.
O heart-enchanting beloved, your enormous eyes—ah, bridegroom! Open the veil and grant the bliss of your vision.
Pada 310
Through the bond of Mithila, Janaka’s Daughter has become my sister, and Ramaji has become my honored guest and kinsman.
Tender Sita is dearer than life, and the Prince of Kosala is the treasure of her life.
Beholding them, we shall make our own hearts into the wedding pavilion; with bride and bridegroom, those thieves of hearts, we shall be immersed in laughing rasa.