How in this human form shall I live?

My sentiments to whom shall I give?

Of Supreme Lord we are meant to think,

His nectarean beauty the eyes to drink.

Of some onlookers in Janakpur this was the opinion,

Not happy with King Janaka’s oath decision.

A match for Sita Rama was ideal,

His lifting of bow destiny to seal.

Competition in maya’s fever now forget,

And in worshiping Supreme Lord your mind set.