Whether she kindles love, recites a salt-charm, or weaves a web of spells— otherwise, says Mod, separation will come: the sickness of longing will set life ablaze.
Pada 27
Raghunandan is coming—behold him, sisters! You with the evil eye, restrain your gaze. You who work enchantment, restrain your magic; you who cast spells, restrain your spell.
Behold the jewel-studded wedding crown upon his brow, sisters—guard your gaze; guard your magic; guard your spell. Behold the streak of saffron, sisters—guard your gaze; guard your magic; guard your spell. Behold the kohl in his eyes, sisters—guard your gaze; guard your magic; guard your spell. Behold those captivating curls, sisters—guard your gaze; guard your magic; guard your spell. Behold his swaying earrings, sisters—guard your gaze; guard your magic; guard your spell. Behold the lovely jewel upon his nose, sisters—guard your gaze; guard your magic; guard your spell. Behold the dark and fair pair, sisters—guard your gaze; guard your magic; guard your spell. Behold Mod's thief of hearts, sisters—guard your gaze; guard your magic; guard your spell.
Pada 28
Sita's beloved is a second god of love, dear friend; beneath the bridegroom's attire lies the full array of love, dear friend. Kama has one bow and shoots five arrows, dear friend; every limb of this groom is a divine weapon, dear friend. Kama must run about upon his own two feet, dear friend; this one rides a spirited, prancing steed, dear friend. His arched brows and brow-mark are poised for battle, dear friend; upon the bow, a well-honed arrow is set, dear friend. His curving eyes are wine-red and brimming with rapture, dear friend; his sidelong glances are spears and daggers, dear friend.