Rāmāyaṇacampū 1.100

1.100

Then, having entered the capital of Janaka—where the royal road was armored by the radiance of the eyes of city women, an impudent thief stealing the dark splendor accumulated by clusters of blossoming blue water-lilies, as their gaze continuously fell out of eagerness to gaze upon Rāma and Lakṣmaṇa—Viśvāmitra spoke thus to the two sons of Daśaratha:
‘In this city indeed, through the good fortune of King Janaka who has commenced a sacrifice, the divine, treasure-bearing Earth brought forth an exceptional jewel of a daughter who bears the name Sītā.
Moreover, what further greatness belongs to her?
The goddess whose garment is the ocean, whose seat is the Golden Mountain,
whose necklace is the river that is the sole kinship of Sagara's sons to the path of heaven,
and whose pleasure-hill is the tusk of the First Person's boar form—
her, Sītā's mother, the world calls the confinement chamber in Mithilā. (100)