Beloved Sita soon no longer in sight,

Lost in darkness, hopes no longer bright.

But when righteousness you choose,

In the end never to lose.

Though with difficulty to cope,

With bow contest for Janaka a hope.

With marriage of daughter to come a fortune new,

Eternal worship of Sita and Rama, the beloved two.

If in your home God to reside,

Why ever He to leave your side?

Attachment to grow more strong,

For when His association to long.

Though from childhood in his home to stay,

Eventually time to give daughter Sita away.

Agony of the loss much mental strain,

But soon Supreme Lord as son to gain.

By all accounts a loser in life,

No money, no fame and no wife.

But I’m most fortunate, this claim I make,

Since nectar daily from Janaka’s life I take.

Found beloved Sita on day only one,

But end to remembrance for me there is none.

From his most glorious discovery indeed,

Can say name of Sita, of what else is there need?

Certainly most fortunate am I,

For without travel or hard to try,

Beloved of Rama’s name I have found,

As a child so happily did sound.

Must be only from ancestors’ might,

In worship of Hari on path always right.

Like Janaka on the road of virtue stay,

And soon greatest fortune to come your way.

In oddest way she was found,

By father while ploughing the ground.

In tending to field effort you make,

So that resulting harvest to take.

For devotion without motive, pure,

Reward of God’s association is sure.

With that bundle of joy, most valuable treasure,

In devotion Janaka offered care without measure.

Care determined not only from objects to give,

Also in righteousness let the dependents live.

Love for child than Janaka’s cannot be more,

With utmost attention daughter Sita to adore.

Still, along the pious path he taught,

Learned brahmanas to kingdom he brought.

Not that she these lessons to need,

But best example by father to lead.

Though so many kindly show other way,

Only your name I most prefer to say.

When in trouble rescue through a thought,

Of how much joy to King Janaka you brought.

At time of death of God to think,

So no more in samsara’s ocean to sink.

But rather I think of you, is that okay?

Our secret, not to others to say.

Girl in whom not a blemish in sight,

Janaka a father for her most certainly right.

Finding her in field suddenly by chance,

Through her actions his fame to enhance.

A beautiful vision ever so rare,

Janaka and wife raised with utmost care.

Rama’s beloved of so many names to address,

Tied to father, to me Janaki seems best.

“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.