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In plain words
The women set out to see the holy wedding of Sītā and Rāma, singing like this:
Come, let us go to see Rāma's wedding, come, let us go to see it, all you fair women together; mansions full of wonders, arches strung with pearls, windows at the corners, doors of diamonds, sapphires inlaid, sapphires by the thousand, bazaars by the hundred. (Come …) Jewels in plenty on the women, durbar halls in front; Rāma ties the wedding thread for Sītā; he has joined the two as a well-matched pair; Śrī Rāma is the match for Sītā. (Come …) Outshining, set beside the grooms, head bowed in shyness; sending for Vasiṣṭha, sending for swords, spurring on horses, spurring on, bestowing, winning praise, and bringing them here. (Come …)
While the women came streaming in on one side, on the other side the men were coming, singing like this:
Come, let us see the wedding! Come, let us see the wedding of Kausalyā's son! Come, let us see the wedding of the one who dwells in Ayodhyā; great merit, they say, for those who see it, blessed fortune, they say, for the virtuous. (The wedding …) On the howdah a shining splendour, they say; the divine Rāma, they say, glittering and gleaming; at his left side, they say, lovely Sītā; with a smile, they say, he asks after our welfare; when he asks after our welfare itself, what could we lack? Move on, move on, with no more words in reply. (The wedding …)