Rajanī Prabhāte Śacī Debī Cite Ānandera Nāhi Ora

At sunrise the bliss in Śacī's heart has no end. As she gazes at her son's face, so many tears flow from her eyes she cannot see.

Grasping Sītā's feet, she earnestly speaks sweet words. She says, "I have all faith in you. You are good and saintly. I know nothing bad of you."

Sītā says, "I know you well. May Nimāicandra always be pure. May He live long. May He always be happy. These benedictions I will give."

Śacī says, "I will not ask any benedictions for myself. How many benedictions will I request? I ask that you give the benediction that the stars of my son's eyes will peacefully remain at home. I will destroy the great flood of His restlessness.

"Nimāi is my life and breath. Only my Viśvarūpa is like Him. Let Him not be separated from me for even a single sesame seed's worth of time. Please give that benediction to me."

How many words are spoken like this? Then the auspicious ritual is quickly performed. Narahari has only one mouth. How can he describe the peerless love mother Śacī feels for Lord Gaura?