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lakSHmaNaha – EthE vayam ayODHyAm prApthAha /
LAKSHMANA – This is showing us, when we returned to Ayodhya.
रामः– (सास्रम्) स्मरामिहन्तस्मरामि /
जीवत्सुतातपादेषुनूतनेदारसङ्ग्रहे / मातृभिश्चिन्त्यमानांतॆहिनॊदिवसागताः // ९ //
rAmaha – (sAsram)
smarAmi hantha smarAmi /
jIvathsu thAthapAdhESHu nUthanE dhArasangrahE / mAthrbhishchinthyamAnAnAm thE hi nO dhivasA gathAha // 19 //
iyamapi thadhA jAnakI
prathanuviralaihi prAnthOnmIlanmanOharakunthalirdhashanamukulairmugDHAlOkam shishurdha DHathI mukha / lalithalaithairjyOthsnApr ayairakrthrimavi bhramair akrtham- aDHurairambAnAm mE kuthUhalamangakaihi // 20 //
RAMA – (With tears in his eyes) I remember, O I do. Our father was alive, we were newly wed, our mothers shielded us from all cares. Those days are gone forever. And Janaki - as my mother watched keenly, she would move about like a moon-ray, graceful and beautiful. Her hair parted by a thin line in the centre, her teeth like flower buds and her face so childlike – naturally appealing, not resorting to artificial things.