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.