Dher Kavi says: again and again I turn the thought over— “Let me go and meet him!” This one longing remains awake. “Whom can I tell? Beloved, how can I reach you, when watchful sisters-in-law surround me on every side?” (16)
Stanza 17
Beholding the lovely splendor of his waist-cloth and her veil, the eyes fall still and can perform no other work. The Vedas have become a colorful silken garment, delightfully embroidered with Isha, Kena, and Katha. Prashna, Mundaka, and Mandukya are set in it like stars; Aitareya and Taittiriya form its radiant braidwork. As though within the forest of Vedic meters two moons had risen, the lovely beloved and her lover shine as an abode of joy. (17)
Stanza 18
Rama’s body resembles a deep-blue cloud, and Janaka’s darling shines like pure lightning. The color of Rama’s limbs is like the rolling waves of the Yamuna, and our Janaki is the fish of love who dwells within them. Poet Bindu says: Rama’s form is like Shankara’s dark matted locks, while Siya’s grace is the celestial river flowing through them. The comparison is complete: Rama is the immortal Dark One, and Maithili a lovely bud of golden lotus. (18)
Stanza 19
“I came to Ayodhya and beheld him, friend— never before had I seen such a wondrous form.