A string of pearls of matchless hue Which gleams like tender moonlight threw Adorned with gems of brightest sheen, He gave to grace his darling queen. The offering from his hand received A moment on her bosom heaved; Then from her neck the chain she drew, A glance on all the Vánars threw, And wistful eyes on Ráma bent As still she held the ornament.

In plain words: At the coronation, Rama gives his beloved queen Sita a shining pearl necklace. She wears it for a moment, then takes it off, looks at the Vanars (the monkey warriors who helped rescue her), and looks at Rama as if silently asking him something.