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## Chapter 212 of the Padma Purana
**Verse 16:** The city is devoid of the sounds of flutes, veenas, and mridangas, filled only with the cries of sorrow.
**Verse 17:** In the streets, gardens, forests, rivers, crossroads, palaces, and markets, continuous streams of tears flow, creating a mud like that of the rainy season.
**Verse 18:** With voices choked with sobs, the people, with great difficulty, praise Janaki, even though she is no longer present, showering her with the flowers of their virtues.
**Verse 19:** The entire world, with their minds fixed on her alone, worships her, for she, radiant with virtues, has become the pinnacle of all virtuous women.
**Verse 101:** Even the birds, like the shuka, who were nurtured by Sita herself, are overwhelmed with grief and sorrow, their bodies trembling, their cries echoing in the air.
**Verse 102:** For whom, whose heart was connected to her virtues, is there no great sorrow for Janaki?
**Verse 103:** But, wise one, regret is not a remedy for what has been done. Therefore, you should strive to maintain your composure.
**Verse 104:** Thus, encouraged by Lakshmana's words, Rama, having somewhat relinquished his grief, focused his mind on the task at hand.
**Verse 105:** He instructed the people, including Bhadra, about the funeral rites for Janaki, and summoned Bhadrakalasha, the treasurer, saying, "Bhadra, give the donation to her, following the same method she had instructed you before."
**Verse 106:** "As you command," said the treasurer, with a pure heart, and for nine months, he continued to provide the desired donations to the needy.
**Verse 107:** Even though eight thousand women constantly served him, Rama never for a moment forgot Sita in his heart.
**Verse 108:** His speech was always filled with the name of Sita, and his mind, captivated by her virtues, saw her everywhere.
**Verse 109:** In his dreams, he saw Janaki, her body covered in dust, dwelling in a cave in the mountains, her eyes constantly shedding tears.
**Verse 110:** Just as the night has no beauty without the moon, Ayodhya has no beauty without Sita.