Son of Dasaratha, the king of Ayodhya,
Rama and Lakshmana reached the Swamvara
Of none but the beautiful Sita.
Her charming face
And her pretty grace
Attracts the kings of all the lands,
Who want to be her husband.
But only one could marry her,
The winner of the contest;
It was nothing
But a difficult test,
Who would lift the bow of Shiva?
Who will win the charming Sita?
None could, no prince, no king
In a worry, the father of Sita the fairy,
Said Janak in a worry
” Isn’nt there no one worthy of my girl?
Has the Earth lost the pearl?”
Just then Lakshmana stood up and said
” Who but Lord Rama is worthy of her?
”Who but Rama, my brave brother.
Janak had a hope
And asked Rama to try
Rama stood, his head high
And with his strong arms
And virtous mind
Lifted the heavy, large bow
Thus Rama won Sita
The marraige,which was a remarkable one
Was greatly, beautifully, happily done.