For Sita – 12

“For sacrifice in using my plow,

To this field this girl came how?

 

In her beauty and grace to find all,

How now as my daughter I can call?”

 

That king who by righteousness always led,

From above the celestials his mind read.

 

Voice in the sky to allay his fear,

To care for her now his path was clear.

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