My mind, which is by nature dispassion itself, is enraptured at their sight as the partridge (chakora) at the sight of the moon. Therefore, lord, I beg you to tell me in all sincerity, and to conceal it not from me.

Overwhelmed with love at their very sight, I am constrained to renounce the joys of heaven . Said the sage with a smile, “You have spoken well, O king, your words can never be untrue.

There is not a living creature in the world that does not love these boys.” Rama smiled to himself on hearing these boys.” Rama smiled to himself on hearing these words. “They are the sons of Dasharath, jewel of Raghu’s race; the king has sent them to do me a service.

These two noble brothers, Rama and Lakshmana, are the embodiments of beauty, chivalry and might. The whole world knows that they overthrew the demons in battle and protected my sacrifice from harm.”

“When I behold your feet, O sage,” added the king, “I cannot tell how richly I am rewarded for my former good deeds. These two handsome brothers, one of whom is dark and the other fair, bring bliss to Bliss herself!

Their affection for each other is innocent and beautiful to see; it is soul-ravishing but indescribable in words.” “Listen to me, my lord,” said Janaka in his rapture, “it is like the natural union between Brahma (the Supreme Spirit) and Jiva (the individual soul)”.

Again and again the king gazed at the Lord with a thrill of emotion, his heart overflowing with devotion. Extolling the sage and bowing his head at his feet, the king escorted him to the city.