The beauty of her face is still like the rising Moon's. Like a forest fawn she
lives there with care-free grace, spending the, golden hours with Raama by her side. Every
sight and sound is a new source of joy to her and the theme of talk with Raama and
Lakshmana.
"Walking barefoot, her feet are red
like the lotus, and need no painting with henna. She walks in the forest as if she were
dancing; she only lacks the tinkling anklets to make it complete. All that I say is true.
There i§ no need for you to grieve. |
