Like wellwishers flocking round a person on whom fortune is smiling, omens foretelling auspicious happenings in near future appeared to Sita. She was unimpeachable. She was in agony, distressed in mind, bereft of all joy (now) standing under that Simsupa tree. [5-29-1]
Her left eye with a row of curved eyelashes, the black pupils of the eye in white throbbed in an auspicious manner. The lady with her long tresses, and throbbing eye appeared like a red lotus gently struck by a fish. [5-29-2]
Her stout left arm curved beautifully, fit for excellent agaru and sandal paste once the pillow by her beloved lord for long, throbbed suddenly. [5-29-3]
Her eyes were pristine, teeth wellshaped. The goldhued auspicious sari on her charming limbs was now a little soiled on account of dust. It slipped slightly as she stood up. This augured well for her. [5-29-5]