"Earth, hell, and heaven were pervaded with the glad news: Rama has broken the bow and will wed Sita. The men and women of the city light votive torches, and, regardless of their substance, scatter gifts in profusion. Sita by Rama's side was as resplendent as if beauty and love had met together. Her companions whisper: Embrace your lord's feet; but in excess of fear she dares not touch them."