Now do I understand the wisdom of Lakshmi who chose you (as her lord) to the exclusion of all other gods. Such indeed must be the modesty of one whom there is none to rival.

How can I say, "Depart now, my lord?" tell me, my master, knowing as you do the secrets of all hearts. Having thus spoken, the steadfast sage gazed upon the Lord, thrilling all over with emotion and his eyes streaming with tears (of affection).

Trembling with emotion in every limb, the sage riveted his loving eyes on the Lord’s lotus face. He thought to himself, ‘What prayers did I say, when austerity did I perform, that I should behold with my own eyes the Lord who transcends all though and knowledge, the senses and the three gunas? It is by japa (uttering quiet prayers), yoga (concentration of mind) and a host of religious observances that man attains to the incomparable virtue of devotion to Raghubira, whose all-holy exploits Tulasidasa sings day and night.

The praise of the glory of Rama destroys the impurities of the Kali age, subdues the mind and is the source of beatitude. Rama is ever propitious to those who reverently hear it.

This grievous Kaliyuga is a repertory of sins; piety, spiritual wisdom, austerity or prayer are out of place in this age. Prudent are those who discard trust in all else and worship Rama alone.

Bowing his head before the lotus feet of the sage, Rama, the Lord of gods and men and sages, set out for the woods. Rama walked foremost, while Lakshmana followed him in the rear, both appearing most lovely in their hermit’s attire.

Between the two shone forth Sita, like Maya (Illusion) between the Absolute and the Individual Soul. The rivers and thickets, hills and rugged valleys all recognized their Lord and made the way smooth for him.