Jai sri Ram,
Grinding up their loins they rose impatiently and bowing their head to their chosen deity and went ahead,
They cast an angry look at Shiva's bow, grappled with it with steady aim and exerted all their strength,
But the bow refused to be lifted, those princes-who had any sense at all did not even approach the bow,
Those foolish kings indignantly at the bow and retired in confusion when it refuses to leave its position, as though it grew more and more bulky by absorbing the might of each successive warrior,
May Lord bless all,
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Grinding up their loins they rose impatiently and bowing their head to their chosen deity and went ahead,
They cast an angry look at Shiva's bow, grappled with it with steady aim and exerted all their strength,
But the bow refused to be lifted, those princes-who had any sense at all did not even approach the bow,
Those foolish kings indignantly at the bow and retired in confusion when it refuses to leave its position, as though it grew more and more bulky by absorbing the might of each successive warrior,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks Please
