To Janakpur He gets,
On raising Shiva’s bow His sights are set.
Many princes there,
To lift the bow they try,
But only Shri Rama bounds of logic to defy.
With full strength,
From heaven sent,
To marry beloved Sita only Shri Rama is meant.
Bow in hand,
Spell of transcendental charm all are under.
Sita and Rama’s coming together most beautiful tale,
Their glories the Vaishnavas saints always to hail.