Shy among the women, she is lovely beyond compare, radiant with divine splendor. What likeness could I offer in her praise? No comparison can be spoken. Beautiful married women sing—each wondrous in form; Sneh Lata beholds that peerless beauty, and her heart surges again and again.
Pada 15
The four sisters go to worship Kamala; the married women accompanying them look lovely. [Refrain: Siya.]
In a golden platter are unbroken rice and sandal paste, a garland woven of flowers, and fresh green leaves of tulsi. [Refrain: Siya.]
Incense, lamps, offerings, and many kinds of fruit; they carry abundant sweetmeats, with dishes prepared in every variety. [Refrain: Siya.]
Beholding their beauty, the gods rain down flowers; every limb thrills with delight— blessed are the fathers of Nimi’s lineage! [Refrain: Siya.]
One by one they sing playful wedding taunts; the noble women brim with joy, taking each person’s name in turn— delight, beauty, and the occasion all shine together. [Refrain: Siya.]
Pada 16
“Where does the yellow earth come from, and where the spade? From whose household do seven married women go to dig the earth?”
“The yellow earth belongs to Kamala, and the spade is made of gold; seven married women of Mithila go to dig the earth.”
“Father, what reward will you give for digging the earth?”