Once, the kingdom of Mithilā was struck by a terrible famine, so King Janaka performed a great sacrifice to invoke rain. When that matchless king was ploughing the fields to prepare them for the sacrifice, he unearthed a golden casket containing a beautiful baby girl. My dear Sītā-devī, how fortunate he was to receive you, who are none other than the goddess of fortune herself, as his daughter! From that day onwards, you became the source of limitless joy for all of the residents of Mithilā.
O Jānakī, your pastimes are truly wonderful to hear! As a child, you astonished your father by effortlessly lifting the bow of Lord Śiva, which even the greatest demigods had never been able to lift. As a result, he vowed that only the man who could lift and string that bow would be permitted to take your hand in marriage.
Dear Mother, my heart is often full of anxiety, but every time I stand before your Deity in the temple room, you bestow your soothing smile upon me and all my worries seem to fade away. Thank you for always being so merciful to me and disregarding my long list of faults. And please forgive me for repeatedly taking your mercy for granted.
O Devī, your one-pointed devotion to Lord Rāma is unrivalled. Your only concern in life is to please the Lord by your words, thoughts and actions. When He was exiled to the forest, you did not hesitate to give up all royal comforts and accompany Him, reasoning that a life without Rāma was no life at all. Mother, I beg you to bestow your mercy upon me so that I may also develop exclusive devotion towards the Lord of my heart.
Later, Rāvaṇa tried to separate you from Lord Rāma, for he wanted to use you to gratify his senses, but this ultimately destroyed him. Similarly, I spend most of my time trying to enjoy the material world separately from the Lord, and this is gradually destroying me. Dear Sītā-devī, please help me to realise what you know to be true — that the greatest pleasure in life comes from pleasing the Supreme Lord, not from pleasing one’s own senses.