Bharata showing the queens the tree, under which Rama had slept said, "How could this be! Did the precious body of Rama rest here on the harsh floor of the forest? Alas mother! There is no power as irrevocable as destiny. How could a prince and his consort, used to the spledor of the palace sleep here.

If Sita was not aware of the discomfort of this grass bed, it was because she is a devout wife. She would find anything acceptable, so long as she is with her consort.Lotus eyed Rama, beloved of the worlds and handsome as god roams in this wilderness like an orphan and I am the blame of that infamy.I bow my head in shame. Fortunate is Lakshmana and blessed is Sita for accompanying Rama. But we the unfortunate live in fear, that Rama may reject our services, for having abandoned him. Bereft of Dasaratha who is no more and deprived of Rama, the earth has lost its lustre.From now on I too shall live on roots and fruit. Matting my hair, wearing bark robes, I too shall sleep on the floor. I will crown Rama as king of Ayodhya, where he shall stay with Lakshmana, protecting and gracing that most wonderful of cities.May the gods grant my desires and may Rama not refuse me this wish.