King Janak graciously welcomed King Dasharatha and all the attendants with delicious food, apologized for any kind of suffering.
The time of farewell had arrived. The kings were dying as if they had squeezed their breath away from the pieces of their heart, the mothers were trying to remain silent by pressing their pallu(veil) in their mouth, but the tears flowing from their eyes were telling their pain. was being Slowly the processions were moving forward, King Dasharatha, Janak and Kushadhwaj were definitely walking together. But his lips were sewn.
Rama, Bharata, Lakshmana and Shatrughna were walking slowly, taking care of their respective consorts.
There was silence everywhere, in which nothing could be heard except the sobs. Today Janakpuri was weeping on the farewell of her darlings. The leaves on the trees were withered, the flowers were falling apart and spread on the trails, lest anything prick the feet of their princesses and they were thinking,
"I wish we had wings too, we too could walk together"
Animals and birds also accompanied them.
The princes and princesses had sat in decorated chariots. King Dasharatha was guiding everyone sitting with Sumantra ji. Lav-Lashkar had started. All of Janakpuri happily sent off their sweethearts with tears in their eyes.
The chariots were moving at high speed. King Dasharatha knew the anguish of his queens. Realizing their disquiet, they were walking at a high speed. Ayodhya was coming near, the prince princesses were pleased to see the decorated Ayodhya from afar. The beautifully decorated Ayodhya was enthralling the princesses. The cuckoo was speaking in a melodious voice, the peacock was spreading its wings and spreading its wings with a melodious voice to welcome them. The lotus blossomed in the tadag(pond), they were filled with laughter, they were happy to see them, men and women were dancing on beautifully decorated drums.
The whole atmosphere was smelling with the fragrance of perfume spread all around. All preparations were made to welcome everyone. Slowly everyone was coming inside, after King Dasharatha, the four princes entered with their respective spouses.
The three mothers were carrying the well-equipped platter in their hands. their beauty seemed as if Lakshmi, Parvati and Saraswati were standing in the form of embodiments. Today she had made up like a bride, why not even her four sons and daughters-in-law were going to come to her lap.
Then the lighthearted said, Maharaj Dasaratha,
"Have come to the main entrance with the four princes."
Out of curiosity, the mothers started looking hurriedly on the strength of their claws.
Seeing the beauty of Ayodhya, the deities were also mesmerized. The birds sitting on the trees were describing the princes and princesses along with their life companions. Insect moths were also making their presence laughing.
Suddenly the sounds of wheels, cuckoos and peacocks reverberated. Even the animals became intoxicated. The princes and princesses were slowly proceeding for the entrance of the house. The three mothers were carrying beautiful Arati plates, when the princes and princesses worshiped their lotus feet, the mothers showered flowers on them, put Kumkum-tilak on their foreheads, and saw their glowing faces in the flame of the lamp. Looked down, took Balaiya and performed the aarti and made Mahavar enter the house with full feet.
There was happiness everywhere. The city of Ayodhya was filled with joy, the mothers gave refreshments to the four princes and princesses and allowed them to rest in the rooms furnished by the slaves.