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## Padma Purana
**31.** Even the most lowly person on earth, who is devoted to the story of Sita's virtues, will be showered with jewels in the home of the virtuous.
**32.** Driven by their love, the people of the fields, seeking prosperity in their crops, establish her in their mounds of grain. (Meaning: People believe that establishing Sita in their mounds of grain will lead to a bountiful harvest.)
**33.** O Devi! Ramachandra has sent this Pushpaka Vimana for you. Be pleased and ascend it. Go and proceed towards Ayodhya.
**34.** Just as a tree without vines, a house without lamps, and the sky without the moon are not beautiful, so too, Rama, Ayodhya, and the land are not beautiful without you.
**35.** O Maithili! See your husband's face, radiant like the full moon, soon. O Kovide! You must surely accept your husband's word.
**36.** Thus spoken to, Sita, adorned with a hundred excellent women, ascended the Pushpaka Vimana and, with great splendor, sped through the sky.
**37.** Then, as she saw Ayodhya, the sun set. Thus, filled with anxiety, she spent the night in the garden called Mahendrodya.
**38.** The garden that had seemed so beautiful to her when she was with Rama, now seemed unsuitable, as she remembered the past events.
**39.** Then, as if by the pure love of Sita, the sun rose, adorning the entire world with its rays, like servants. And as if by an oath, darkness, like a liar, was overcome with fear and perished. Sita then proceeded towards Rama.
**40.** She mounted an elephant whose radiance was diminished by her own anxiety. She was like a great medicinal herb, illuminated by the sun's rays, situated on the peak of a mountain, though lacking its own brilliance.
**41.** Yet, surrounded by noble women, filled with good intentions, Sita, slender and graceful, shone brightly, like the moon's orb surrounded by stars.
**42.** Then, Sita, the courageous wife of Rama, entered the vast, solemn, and respectful assembly, where she was worshipped and praised by all.
**43.** The sea of people, filled with sorrow, wonder, joy, and peace, cried out in unison, "May you prosper, O daughter of Janaka, and never grow old!"