Sage Parsurama

Jai Sri Ram,
That very moment arrived the Sage Parsurama,

A very sun to the lotus like race of Bhrgu, led by the news of breaking of the bows,

At his very sight the kings all cowered downed even as a quail would shrink beneath the swoop of a hawk,

A coat of ashes looked most charming on his body, his broad forehead was adorned with a tripundra,

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A lion's whelp

Jai Sri Ram,
With fiery eye and knitted brows he cast an angry look at the kings,

As though, at the sight of a heard of wild elephants in rut,

A lion's whelp were eager to pronounce them,

Seeing the uproar the women of the city were distressed and joined in cursing the princes,

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he could not speak

Jai Sri Ram,
When Sri Sita heard the tumult, she got afraid  and her companions took her to the queen,

While Rama Advanced to his Guru, easy in mind and inwardly praising her affection,

The queen as well as Sita were filled with anxiety and wondered what providence had in store for them,

Laxmana looked hither and thither; for fear of Rama, however, he could not speak

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feast your eyes upon Rama

Jai Sri Ram,
Giving up jealousy, arrogance and anger, therefore, feast your eyes upon Rama,

Knowing Laxmana's wrath to be ablazing fire, do not allow yourselves to be consumed by it like  a moth,

As the crow should seek an offering set for Garuda, as a rabbit should covet the shear of lion,

As a man who is angry without any cause should expect happiness, covetous man should long for good fame and a gallant should aspire to be free from scandal,

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shame itself feel shy

Jai Sri Ram,
When good kings heard these words they said,

They said shame itself feel shy in approaching this assembly of princes

Your might glory velour of which you are boasting,

Or have you since acquired it anew from somewhere else, it is because of your mentality that god has blacked your faces,

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Carry off Sita by force

Jai Sri Ram,
Rising from their seats one after another and dooming their armour the wrenches began to brag about

Carry off Sita by force and capture the two princes hold them in bondage

No purpose will be served by merely breaking the bow

For who shall to help them, rout him in battle along-with the two brothers

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