I tell you

Jai sri Ram,
A Sacred Formula, indeed, is very small,

Although it has under its sway Brahma, Hari and Har and all other gods

A tiny goad governs the mightiest and most furious elephant,

Armed with a bow and arrow of flowers cupid has brought the whole universe under subjection realizing this, O Good Lady, give up all doubts, Rama, O Queen, will assuredly break the bow-I tell you,

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Sage Agastya

Jai Sri Ram,
One of her sharp witted companions gently replied,

The glorious are not be highly regarded, O Queen,

What comparison is there between the  sage agastya, who was born of a jar and the vest ocean,

Yet the sage drained it dry and his good fame has spread throughout the world, the orbs of the sun is so small to look at; but the moment it rises the darkness of all the three worlds disappears,

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Can cygnets ever lift mount Mandara

Jai sri Ram,
Knowing that Ravana and Banasura did not even touch the bow,

And that all other kings were worsted in spite of all their boasts,

Strange that he should give the same bow into the hands of this young prince,

Can cygnets ever lift mount Mandara, good sense has taken leave of the king and one does not know the dispensation of providence,

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mere spectators of show

Jai sri Ram,
Lovingly gazing on Sri Rama and bidding her companions draw near,

Sri Sita's mother spoke words full of anguish out of affection,

Whosoever are called our friends, dear ones, are mere spectators of show,

No one urge the Vishvamitra and tell him that two princes are yet boys and such insistence on his part is not desirable,

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O Lord Ganesha

Jai Sri Ram,
Invoking the manes and the gods,

Recalling their own past good deeds they prayed,

If our religious merits are of any value,

O Lord Ganesha-may Rama snap the bow of Shiva as it were a lotus stalk,

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rejoiced and thrilled

Jai sri Ram,
Sages and gods, like the Cakravaka bird, were rid of their sorrow and rained down flowers in token of their homage,

Affectionately reverencing the Guru's feet Sri Rama asked leave of the holy fathers,

The Lord of all creation then stepped forth in his natural grace with thread of a noble and beautiful elephant in rut,

As Sri Rama moved ahead all men and women of the city rejoiced and thrilled all over their body,

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false king shrank

Jai Sri Ram,
As a chief of Raghus rose on his elevated seat like the morning Sun appearing in the horizon,

All saints were delighted like so many lotuses and their eyes were glad as bees at the return of day,

The hopes of rival kings vanished as night and their boasts died away like the serried stars,

The arrogant princes shrivelled up like the lilies and the false king shrank away like owls,

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