How there is a God do I know?

Just to Tirahuta’s land go.

Beautiful baby girl found there,

Goddess of fortune, of complexion so fair.

To most righteous man of dispassion she came,

To be his daughter, known by Sita the name.

Only God this arrangement could make,

In that field king most fortunate blessing to take.

When Supreme Lord’s consort to come,

Where to appear, in land which one?

In custody of king priorities never misplaced,

Her enchanting vision town of Mithila graced.

Sita named since came from the ground,

Known also then by Janaki sound.

In behavior and etiquette raised ideal,

Entire family most fortunate to feel.

Janaka the chosen one,

To receive a daughter like others none.

First to see her endearing face,

When ploughing ground for sacrifice’s place.

The king known as the pious and modest,

Happily accepted her though in circumstance the oddest.

Gave her name Sita most befitting,

Her image forever in his heart sitting.

With name of Janaki can think of two,

King of Mithila and his daughter too.

Certainly no flaw in other name taking,

Lakshmi or Shri suitable for prayer making.

But Janaki reveals that to king she came,

Who gave to her shelter and Sita the name.

His precious to protect his lifelong vow,

To honor them both I seize the chance now.

As goddess of fortune to all known,

Highest devotion for husband she owns.

For her beauty, stature and fame,

Known by countless a blessed name.

Janaki and Sita preference of mine,

Related to king of virtues’ goldmine.

Hari’s consort into Janaka’s life came,

To enhance his glory through Janaki the name.

So many marriages of world unfold,

But which has the story best ever told?

Of Janaki’s auspiciousness hard to match,

By contest of bow greatest fortune to catch.

Daughter of king, pious in every way,

Same of Rama too all did say.

Their meeting of boundless treasure store,

Story a joy to the ear, of hearing never to bore.

Caught in dilemma, bound by dharma’s rope,

No chance to use matching horoscope.

As since in the field as child was found,

Unable to get time of birth sound.

Because so many works for God had done,

Divine wisdom to pious king did come.

Contest of the bow divine arrangement,

World to vie for her hand’s attainment.

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?