The flame was cool as sandal-wood, as Sita entered it, meditating on her lord: “Glory to the king of Kosala, for whose feet, ever worshipped by Siva, I cherish the purest devotion.” Her shadow and the stain of social disgrace were alone consumed in the blazing fire. Such an action on the part of the Lord had never been seen before: gods, saints and sages all stood at gaze. The Fire assumed a bodily form and took her by the hand and led and presented her to Râma, the very Lakshmi celebrated alike in the Vedas and the world, who erst arose as Lakshmi from the sea of milk. Resplendent with exquisite beauty she shines forth as the left side of Râma's body, like the blossom of a golden lily beside a fresh blue lotus.
The gods in their delight rain down flowers and make music in the air, while the Kinnaras sing and the nymphs of heaven dance, all mounted on their chariots. The beauty of Janak's daughter reunited to her Lord was beyond all measure and bound; the bears and monkeys, in rapture at the sight, shouted “glory to Râma the beneficent.”
The gods in their delight rain down flowers and make music in the air, while the Kinnaras sing and the nymphs of heaven dance, all mounted on their chariots. The beauty of Janak's daughter reunited to her Lord was beyond all measure and bound; the bears and monkeys, in rapture at the sight, shouted “glory to Râma the beneficent.”