Two are dark and two are fair; all four are thieves of hearts, crowns of the world. How splendidly the wedding crowns shine upon their heads—look well in every direction! Their mother-in-law performs parichhan. What a surge of delight! The hair upon her body stands erect; she has neither sense nor awareness, and Mod, steeped in joy, offers himself in love.
Auspicious Song — Pada 31
Auspiciousness today in Janakpur—auspicious, auspicious indeed! The stretched canopy is auspicious; the resonance of song is auspicious. Auspicious instruments sound; the whole city is filled with auspiciousness. Bearing auspicious articles, everyone gathers and arranges them auspiciously. The learned Brahmins recite auspicious mantras. Auspiciousness itself assumes a body and comes rushing forth, as though the goddess Mangala rejoiced. The lovely bride and all four bridegrooms are auspicious. This wedding, this sacred union of Mod's beloved, is auspicious.
Pada 32
Today is the blessed hour of Sita's wedding, dear friend; in every home auspicious songs and instruments thunder. The wedding procession has arrived, arrayed upon many kinds of conveyances; at its head is the crown-jewel of the Raghu line. Friend cannot hear the words of friend amid the boundless tumult of welcome. Beholding the gods shower down countless blossoms, all raise cries of “Victory! Victory!” Mod sings in exultation, absorbed in love; overwhelmed by the beauty, the women repeatedly break blades of grass to ward off the evil eye.