My own mind has become trapped in the chains of those curls; again and again it twists and turns, trying to escape. (24)
Stanza 25
Darker than kohl, those slightly curling, lovely locks are so heavy with beauty that every comparison seems small. Jewels like emerald stars gleam among them; cherished and arranged with love are Raghava’s side-locks. Fragrant with the finest perfume, brilliant and beautifully ordered, those locks adorn Rama’s head. Hanging in tresses between them are the minds of yogis; with these chains of hair he has bound the whole world. (25)
Stanza 26
Like the flash of a diamond, the glow of a firefly, the gleam of lightning, or the luster of pearls; like nectar’s essence, like a boatman’s shore, like the master of magic setting forth on a journey; like the root of beauty, like a flower in embroidery, like the trident of splendor—such is the glory Raghava bears. Like flowers opening, like the united light of moon and sun, like a mine of pure gold—such is your smile. (26)
Stanza 27
Until today I had never seen within the world one so charming, virtuous, and altogether handsome. Whoever looks upon his body even once forgets food and drink, night and sleep.