O bird, beast, and bee-swarm, hear my plea,
You who beheld Sita, gazelle-eyed and free.
My life, bereft, a hollow sound,
My life, bereft, on barren ground.
Where has she gone, Sita, tell me where?
Where has she gone, Sita, lost in air?
My life, bereft, a hollow sound.
To every bloom, to every bough,
To all the forest's verdant vow,
I poured my grief, exhausted, spent,
My world of joy, forever rent.
The very essence, lost to me,
My world of joy, a memory.
The very essence, fled and gone,
My dwelling place, in moments, drawn
Down to its knees, a crumbled heap.
Where has she gone, Sita, lost in sleep?
Where has she gone, Sita, tell me where?
My life, bereft, a hollow prayer.
Through every wood, in every heart, I roam,
How can my breath still find a home?
O Sita, Sita...
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