Rama's kingdom has come. What do we lack? The earth yields her harvest; cows and buffaloes overflow with milk. We shall sing Rama's glory at every hour, while grinding, winnowing, and eating, O sisters. Not even in dreams does sorrow appear before anyone's eyes. By the thundering power of the Name, even death has fled in fear. Says Tuka, Rama has given His own happiness to all. For those who have received it, the coming and going of birth and death is ended.