As Raghunandana is dyed in Sita's color, so Rama colors Videha's Kishori in his own. Gazing upon the immeasurable beauty of both, the youthful dark one becomes intoxicated and innocent. Shielding them from the gaze of others, behold this pair—Rama within Sita and Sita within Rama. May Shankara always protect them; may this beautiful pair live forever. (15)
Sita and Rama sit together upon the bridal seat, their beauty shaming millions of Ratis. Ornaments adorn every limb, and Sita's auspiciously colored veil is wondrously lovely. Rows of jewels shine in every place, filling the heart with joy and exultation. Surati prays: may Rama and Sita, this beautiful pair, live forever. (16)
May you sport in intimate seclusion, forever colored in the contest and play of love. With your wise beloved, your very life, place your arms like a garland about each other's necks. Srimati Chandrakala and the other companions offer every virtue, body, and life as no more than blades of grass. Bathe forever in joy, O eternally youthful Kishora and Kishori. (17)
The two seem to look upon each other as their own reflections, so alike is their beauty. In their gentle smiles and tender speech, one appears mirrored in the other. Each is dyed in the other's color, limb within limb, according to their mutual delight. The beloved's yellow garment appears upon one, and the beloved's dark sari upon the other. (18)
The two are intoxicated by each other's forms; darling, they overflow with delight. Each rejoices in the other's laughter, play, and exultation. What limit can be set to the natural affection between them? (19)
Each is the life of the other's life—the mine of conscious bliss. Each adorns and arranges the other, circling offerings around them again and again. They seem like two beloved flames of a single lamp.