The two gallant heroes were the very perfection beauty, their bodies resembling the dark-blue lotus and the golden. Charming peacock-feathers adorned their heads which had clusters of flowery blossom stuck here and there.

A caste-mark and beads of sweat glistened on their brows, while graceful pendants shed their lustre on their ears. With arched eyebrows and curly locks, eyes flushed like newly-opened lotus buds.

-and lovely chins, noses and cheeks, their gracious smile was soul-enslaving. The beauty of their faces was more than I can describe; it would put a myriad Cupids to shame.

They had a string of jewels on their breasts, their graceful necks resembled a conch-shell in their spiral shape; their arms vied with the trunk of Love’s young elephant, unparalleled in might. Said one, ‘With a cup of leaves full of flowers in his left hand, the dark-hued prince, O sister, is beautiful indeed!’

As her companions gazed upon the jewel of the Solar race, who had a slender waist like that of a lion and was clad in bright yellow, and who was the very abode of loveliness and amiability, they lost all self-consciousness.

Recovering herself, one wise maiden grasped Sita’s hand and said, ‘Meditate on Girija another time; why not look now at the princess?’

Then Sita shyly opened her eyes and saw before her the two lions of the house of Raghu. Surveying Rama’s beauty from head to foot and remembering her father’s vow, she was greatly troubled.