Courtiers as would flock to kings
Omens good came in thick and fast.
Twitched her left eye unceasing
Turned as bright her dark eyes then.
Shoulder splendid of hers left
Wont to shoulder Rama's head
Seized by spasm to usher good.
As if her man was on hand
Shivered the left one in welcome
Wondrous thigh of hers so round.
As if Rama sought them both
Slid down pallu from her breasts.
Having read the signals right
Seed she seemed at onset sown
Of that monsoon which was full.
In the phase of post eclipse
Moon like looked then Rama's wife.
Felt at all ease Seetha then
Hoping better days would come soon.