The devotees of Hari beheld the two brothers as their own beloved deities, the fountains of perfect bliss. The emotion of love and joy with which Sita gazed on Rama was beyond expression.

She felt the emotion in her heart, but could not utter it; how, then can a poet describe it? Thus each saw the prince of Kosala according to his own ruling passion.

Thus shone the two lovely princes of Ayodhya in the midst of the royal assembly, one dark and the other fair, ravishing the eyes of the whole universe.

Both were embodiments of natural grace; even millions of Kamadevas were a poor match for them. Their handsome faces mocked the autumn moon, their lotus eyes enchanted the soul.

Their winning glances captivated the heart of Cupid; they were so unspeakably endearing. With beautiful cheeks, ears adorned with swinging ear-rings, charming chins and lips and a sweet voice;

-their smile ridiculed the moonbeams. With arched eyebrows and bewitching noses, the sacred caste-mark gleamed on their broad brows and their clustered locks put to shame a swarm of bees.

Square yellow caps, which were embroidered here and there with figures of flower-buds, adorned their heads. Their conch-like exquisite necks, marked with a triple line, expressed the utmost beauty of the three spheres of creation.