Ayodhyākāṇḍa Song 21: The Autumn-Moon-Faced Bride

सखि सरद-बिमल बिधुबदनि बधूटी। ऐसी ललना सलोनी न भई, न है, न होनी, रत्यो रची बिधि जो छोलत छबि छूटी॥ १ ॥ साँवरे गोरे पथिक बीच सोहति अधिक, तिहुँ त्रिभुवन-सोभा मनहु लूटी। तुलसी निरखि सिय प्रेमबस कहैं तिय, लोचन-सिसुन्ह देहु अमिय घूटी॥ २ ॥

Friend, the little bride has a face like the clear autumn moon. No woman so lovely has ever been, is now, or ever will be; It is as though Brahmā fashioned her from the beauty left over after creating Rati. (1) She shines surpassingly between the dark and fair travelers, As though she had plundered the beauty of all three worlds. Tulsī says that, seeing Sītā, the women cry out, overcome by love: ‘Give the children of your eyes a draught of nectar!’ (2)