Original · Devanagari
उत घनदामिनी सो दुरत सघनघोर इत सीताराम दुति थिर एकरस हैं। उत वारि बरससों कबहूँ अधिक कम इत जन रुचिसम सुखके बरस हैं॥ उत छिति हरित असगाम जस हैं उत सखीमोर रसरंगमनी। इत सोहें सावन ते सिया मनभावन सरस हैं॥ १४ ॥
Fresh English translation
There, lightning disappears within the mass of dense, dark clouds; here, Sita and Rama’s radiance remains steady and of one essence. There, the fall of rain is sometimes greater and sometimes less; here, showers of delight fall in equal measure according to each person’s taste. There, the earth is green and resounds with its own praise; here are my companions, says Rasarangmani. Here Sia’s heart-enchanting Beloveds shine, more full of rasa than the monsoon itself.