it must be some one of your servants,

Jai Sri Ram,
When Sita heard of Parshurama's temperament,

Even half a moment passed to her like a whole life-time of the universe,

When Sri Rama saws everyone seized with panic and perceived Sita's anxiety

He interposed, there was neither joy nor sorrow in his heart, My Lord, it must be some one of your servants, who has broken the bow of Shiva,

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God has undone an accomplished fact,

Jai sri Ram,
In his excess of fear, the king would make no answer

The wicked kings were glad of heart,

Gods, Sages, Nagas, and the people of the city were filled with anxiety

Their hearts were much agitated, Sita's mother's lamented within herself-saying-God has undone an accomplished fact,

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who has broken the bow

Jai Sri Ram,
Janaka Narrated to him the whole story, mentioning what had brought all the kings there,

On hearing the reply Parshurama turned round and looking in the other direction he espied the fragments of the bow lying on the ground,

Flying into a rage he spoke in harsh tone,

Tell me O Janaka, who has broken the bow, show him at once or this day i will overthrow the whole tract of the land over which your dominion extends

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Sri Rama's incomparable beauty

Jai Sri Ram,
His eyes were riveted on Sri Rama's incomparable beauty,

Which would humble the pride of cupid himself,

Then he looked round and though knowing everything, he asked Videha, like an ignorant,

Tell me, what has attracted all this crowd here, and as he spoke thus wrath took possession of his whole being,

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he bestowed his blessings on her

Jai sri Ram,
Then came Janaka and bowed his head,

Sending for Sita he made her pay homage to the sage,

Her companions rejoiced when he bestowed his blessings on her, And cleverly took her where other ladies were,

Next came Vishvamitra, who met him and placed two brothers at his lotus feet, saying that they were king Dasratha's sons, Sri Rama and laxmana by name, seeing the well matched pair, he bless them,

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Each fell prostrate

Jai Sri Ram,
It looked as if the heroic sentiments had taken the form of a hermit and arrived where the kings had assembled,

Beholding the frightful figure of Parshurama, the kings all rose in consternation and mentioning his own as well as his father's Name,

Each fell prostrate on the ground before him,

even he on whom Parshurama cast a friendly look in a natural way through his sands of his life had run out,

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His character

Jai Sri Ram,
With the anchorite covering about his loins and a pair pf quivers fastened by his side,

He held a bow and arrows in his hands and an axe upon his fair shoulder,

Through saintly in attire, he had cruel record of deeds,

His character, therefore, defied description,

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reddened with anger

Jai sri Ram,
Having matted locks on the head, his handsome moon-like face was a bit reddened with anger,

With knitted brows and eyes inflamed with passion,

His natural look gave one of the impression that he was enraged

He had well build shoulder like those of a bull and a broad chest and long arms,he was adorned with a beautiful sacred thread, rosary and deerskin,

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