Why to others do you go,

They can’t help, don’t you know?

Beloved Janaki for you is always there,

Whether happy or pulling out your hair.

When a child her name you once called out,

In innocence just for her name to hear.

Now all sorts of rubbish words fill your mouth,

And over personal troubles instead you fear.

Take same spirit and turn it around,

Think of Rama’s beloved every day.

Bask in the sweetness of that sound,

With same innocence Sita always say.

So many to worship, what to do?

Divine figures they are, quite benevolent too.

But of them all, Sita Devi is my favorite.

I need no other, for me she is it.

Beautiful and lovely, and kind and sweet.

Devoted to husband, next to Rama her seat.

I love her the most, may all others forgive.

Her kindness overcomes me, to honor her I live.

Have you heard the news today,

Of how Janaka plans to give his daughter away?

More pious than that king none is there,

And now he plans a ceremony for Sita so fair.

To lift Lord Shiva’s bow is the contest,

A prince’s valor and strength it will test.

Gather round the family for the travel,

In this rare occasion let our entire clan marvel.

Even if we don’t win it won’t be a waste,

Divine vision of Sita our eyes will taste.

As pillar of devotion she is strong and stout,

For Rama’s bhakta’s interests she looks out.

With gentle demeanor and smiling face,

Devotees with delightful blessings to grace.

That she is the goddess of fortune very well I know,

But not for her gifts does my devotion to her grow.

My beloved’s heart she does own,

So much that His love for her has only grown.

Though I know Sita can fulfill any desire,

I ask only for ability to feed devotion’s fire.

Whether she gives me fortune or not,

Remembering her I will never stop.

She is Rama’s sweetheart, His source of pleasure,

Her association through name I daily do treasure.

Sita’s family ancestry is the highest,

Daughter in royal family of Janaka the king.

She follows always the path of the pious,

Her beauty like the creeper fully blossoming.

Her form so wonderful who can understand,

Just how it came to be, from where did she land.

Lord Brahma must have personally made her,

Using his mind, divine ingredients to stir.

Of course Sita did not take birth,

For Janaka found her in the earth.

But describing her beauty is the poet’s game,

So we say that from Brahma’s mind she came.

Such a wonderful sight is she to behold,

That when they made her, they surely broke the mold.

When her husband Rama she meets,

Carrying a smile on her face she greets.

This vision gives Rama the most pleasure,

Her company He forever treasures.

Rama is the most renounced,

But with Sita His joy is pronounced.

Rama’s resolve is strong like steel,

Yet heart melted by love for Sita He feels.

In her not a sin will you find,

She is honest, beautiful and kind.

With her actions her husband she binds,

In a bond of love, unimaginable to the mind.

At pleasing Rama she is the best,

I honor her daily, foregoing all the rest.

Hearing of how your appearance took place,

Brings a bright smile to my face.

The king of Videha, both pious and wise,

Preparing for sacrifice, spiritual profit the prize.

Unbeknownst to him you arose from the earth,

He named you Sita, from Bhumi came your birth.

None like you, neither near nor far,

Of all women the tilaka you are,

Your qualities described in Ramayana sacred.

Those worshiping you are the truly learned.