Delighting in her holy vows,

Came from her chamber to his side:

To her the virtuous hermit cried:

“Receive, I pray, with friendly grace

This dame of Maithil monarchs' race:”

To Ráma next made known his wife,

The devotee of saintliest life:

“Ten thousand years this votaress bent

On sternest rites of penance spent;

She when the clouds withheld their rain,