“She whom, O Saint, thou seest here

A Goddess in her form appear,

Was the chief consort of the king,

Now worn with fast and sorrowing.

As Aditi in days of yore

The all-preserving Vishṇu bore,

Kauśalyá bore with happy fate

Lord Ráma of the lion's gait.

She who, transfixed with torturing pangs,

On her left arm so fondly hangs,