The brilliance of their wedding crowns flashes, while happiness and beauty spill forth. Shyly they glance at one another, swelling and thrilling with delight. The eldest groom is dark as a raincloud, and his bride is lightning. The next groom is like a tamala tree, his lovely Mandavi a golden vine. The third groom's fair body resembles the moon; his dark-hued bride is filled with still greater beauty. The youngest groom and bride are exceedingly tender, their waists slim as though barely formed; they are like a golden plantain and a dark vine, their beauty abiding together. Blue and yellow mingle and become a lush green; both the bridegroom's and the bride's processions appear drenched in that color. Blessed is Raghunandan's fortune, to have gained such a beloved wife; blessed is Kishori's fortune, to have Raghubar as her beloved. Blessed are all of us: we have found such splendid bridegrooms, and through our bond with Janaknath have gained such noble kinship. One woman, seeing the beauty, breaks a blade of grass and circles mustard seed and salt to ward off evil; another companion installs the image of the couples within her heart. Beholding them, the gods rejoice and shower flowers. Modalata offers body and mind and touches the divine couples' feet.
Pada 78
“Come to Sri Kishori's courtyard, sister—Providence himself has come! With Janaki, treasure-house of beauty and joy to Rama's moonlike heart, see what a pair Providence has made; behold the other three pairs likewise. Mandavi, the chakori, shines on the right beside Bharata, her moonlike lord;