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,

May Lord bless all,

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