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.