Those solitaries who ever delightedly worship you in the hope of liberation, with absolute indifference to the pleasures of the senses, attain to final beatitude (kaivalya-moksha or isolated freedom)

You I worship, the one mysterious Lord, the passionless and omnipresent sovereign, the guru of the world, eternal transcending the three gunas (sattva, rajas and tamas), the one absolute and universal spirit.

I adore him who is fond of devotion, who is most difficult of access to the sensual, a wish-yielding tree to his own worshippers, impartial, ever worthy to be gladly worshipped.

I reverently adore you, sovereign of incomparable beauty, Lord of the earth-born Sita; I reverence you; be gracious unto me and grant me devotion to your lotus feet!’

Those who reverently repeat this hymn will undoubtedly attain to your sphere with a heart instinct with devotion to you.

Having prayed thus, the sage with bowed head and folded hands spoke again: ‘Never, Lord, may my mind abandon your lotus feet!’

Then Sita, who was so urbane and modest, met Anasuya (Atri’s wife) and clasped her feet. The seer’s wife felt extremely pleased at heart; she blessed her and seated her by her side.