The Lord's lotus feet cannot be described; the bee-like minds of munis dwell in them. At His left side stood the Adi Shakti treasure of beauty and root of the world, from a portion of whom arise countless Lakshmis, Umas and Brahmanis and by the play of whose brow the world comes to be. She is Sita, at Shri Rama's left. Beholding Hari's form, an ocean of beauty, Manu and Shatarupa gazed without blinking, never sated. Overcome with joy, they forgot their bodies and fell like sticks, clasping His feet. The Lord, a mass of compassion, touched their heads with His lotus hands and raised them. Pleased, He said: know Me to be most pleased; ask whatever boon your heart desires.