The city's beauty cannot be told; wherever the mind goes, it is caught. The markets have balconies of gems as if Brahma had made them by hand, and merchants rich as Kubera sit with goods of every kind. Lanes are always sprinkled with fragrance, and houses are painted as if by Kamadeva. The people are handsome, pure, devoted to dharma and wise. Janaka's residence amazes even the devas, and its fort seems to hold the beauty of all the worlds. White mansions hung with gems and gold cloth: how can one describe the palace where Sita lives?