Those lotus feet dwell forever in the heart-lake of Shiva, the enemy of Love; remembered but once, they purify the mind and drive away every stain of the Kali age. By touching them, the sage’s wife—though steeped in sin—attained liberation; the gods proclaim the nectar of those feet, which Shiva bears upon his head, to be purity’s utmost limit.
Making their minds bees at those feet, sages and yogis attain the goal they cherish; Janak, vessel of supreme good fortune, now washes those very feet, while everyone cries, “Victory! Victory!”
With palms joined beside the bridegroom’s feet, the two family preceptors recite the lineages.
Recitation of Lineage: Groom’s Side
Om. Peace, peace, peace. The lineage is to be recited after placing the bride’s right hand upon the right hand of the son-in-law.
I bow within the lotus of my heart to the Lord of rasa— lovely as a rain-laden cloud, accessible through contemplation, with golden-hued Janaki upon his left; radiant with a pure smile, he fulfills the longings of loving hearts.
May all be well through Sri Rama: a shining drop upon the autumn moon; the gentle stream of nectar flowing among the gods’ mandara blossoms; whose broad brow is graced by curling locks, a garland of hair, and a dark tilak; whose lovely cheeks blaze with beauty as jeweled earrings swing beside them; whose powerful shoulders frame a broad chest and whose slender waist is adorned; whose astonishing might confounds the sun, moon, Brahma, and the whole cosmic sphere; emperor of emperors, royal swan and crest-jewel of Raghu’s line, ocean without shore of unending happiness, mountain supporting the earth, foundation of the world—