Pada 114
Come, Lakshminidhi—make the horse dance, O bridegroom; make the horse dance, all four bridegrooms! Garuda blushes to see the horse’s gait, and the peacock is ashamed of its graceful movement.
Clouds rise above the jeweled bridal crown upon his head, and black locks curl in waves. Jeweled pendants hang beside his tender cheeks; sandal paste shines upon his brow.
His brows are bows and his ruthless eyes their arrows, hunting the eyes of those who love him. Sneh stands at the palace doorway and gazes, while heralds sing thousands of praises.
Pada 115
My heart aches to enter the palace of Mithila’s lord; at the very sight of the bridegroom’s beauty, I would surrender myself without price. A golden ornament shines upon his head—my heart! The four fair brothers are equal in youthful age; no price can be placed upon their worth.
My heart longs to speak with him alone. Bhikhari says: “Lift the veil.”
Jevanar
Again a feast of many kinds is prepared; Janak sends invitations to the wedding guests. Peerless cloth is spread upon the pathway, and the king sets out with his sons.
He respectfully washes everyone’s feet and seats each guest upon an appropriate low seat. Janak washes the feet of Ayodhya’s lord— his humility and affection cannot be described.
Then he washes Rama’s lotus feet, which lie hidden in the lotus of Hara’s heart. Knowing the three brothers to be Rama’s equals, Janak washes their feet with his own hands.