Assembled together seated on the ground,
Fellow devotees so nice to be around.
I know for consciousness this to help me advance,
In making most of this human chance.
But more happiness in solitude for me,
For alone Sita and Rama I wish to see.
In my preferred method I trust.
Since to forge personal relationship a must,
So amidst chanting and joyful cries,
Closed I keep my eyes.
To see beloved Sita and Rama my way,
While holy names aloud to say.
Who husband of Janaka’s daughter to be?
This all townspeople waiting to see.
Dasharatha’s eldest son, it would be Him,
In lifting Shiva’s bow contest would win.
By beloved Janaki Rama garlanded the victor,
First father’s consent, ceremony waiting for later.
Then the bride and groom seated for marriage to start,
Most delightful scene, brought warmth to the heart.
For all couples Sita and Rama show the way,
With fidelity and virtue honor to them pay.
Bhakti Poems 