Then came forth the two royal princes, the very abodes of Beauty as it were, both oceans of goodness, polished in manners and gallant heroes of graceful form, one dark and the other fair

Resplendent in the galaxy of kings, they shone like two full moons amid a circle of stars. Everyone saw in the person of the Lord the reflection of his own disposition (i.e., of the conception each had of him).

Great warrior king beheld him as the heroic sentiment personified; the wicked kings trembled at the sight of the Lord as the dread image of the Terrible.

The demons, who were guilefully disguised as princes, beheld the Lord as Death incarnate, while the citizens regarded the two brothers as the jewels of manhood, a sight to gladden their eyes.

The women beheld them with joy, each according to her own attitude towards him, as if the erotic sentiment itself had appeared in an incomparably ravishing form.

The learned saw the Lord in his cosmic form, with many faces, hands, feet, eyes and heads. How did Janaka’s family see him? Like one’s own beloved kinsmen.

The queens, no less than Janaka, regarded him with unspeakable love like a dear child. To contemplatives (those ever united with God) he shone forth as no other than Absolute Truth, placid, unsullied, equipoised, and radiant by nature.