Rama's kingdom has come. What do we lack? The earth bears her harvest; cows and buffaloes yield freely. Again and again we shall sing Rama's glory, while grinding, while husking, while eating, O sisters. Not even in dreams does sorrow appear before anyone's eyes. By the resounding of the Name, fear was loosed even from Death. Says Tuka, Rama has given His own bliss to all. For those who have received it, the coming and going through the womb is ended.