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.