They fondly spoke to one another; “Sister, they surpass in beauty millions of Kamadevas. Nowhere among gods, men, demons, serpents or sages do we hear of such loveliness.

Vishnu has four arms and Brahma four faces; Shiva, the slayer of Tripura, has a frightful garb and five faces; but, sister, there is no other god who can stand comparison with this beauty.

The two princes, one dark and the other fair, are yet of tender age and are the very homes of beauty and abodes of joy. Myriads and myriads of Kamadevas are worth lavishing on their every limb!

Tell me, sister, what embodied being is there that would not be enchanted at the sight of such beauty?” one of them affectionately said in gentle tones, “Hear, wise’ maiden, what I have been told.

These two princes, a pretty pair of young swans as it were, are the sons of king Dasharath; they are the protectors of Vishvamitra’s sacrifice and have slain the demons on the battle-field.

He who has a swarthy body and charming lotus eyes, who quelled the pride of Maricha and Subahu and bears a bow and arrows in his hands, is Kausalya’s son, the very fountain of joy; his name is Rama.

The fair youth, clad in gallant attire who is closely following Rama with a bow and arrows in his hands, is Rama’s younger brother, Lakshmana; and hear me, sister, Sumitra is his mother.