Jai Sri Ram,
Sri Rama to Laxman-dust cannot be found even if one searches
for it just a piety is sacred away by anger,
The earth rich with crops appears as delightful as the
wealth of a generous man, in the thick dark of the night fireless gleam like a
mustered band of hypocrites,
The embankment of the fields have been breached by torrential
rains just as women get spoiled by undue freedom, clever husband men protect
their crops by uprooting the weeds just as wise discard infatuation, vanity and
pride,
The Cakravaka birds are no more to be seen as virtues mostly
disappear with kali age, even though it rains on the barren land too yet not a
blade of grass spouts just as concupiscence takes no root in heart of a servant
of Lord sri Hari Vishnu,,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks please
