no pumpkin in the bud

Jai Sri Ram,
Here there is no pumpkin in the bud,

That would wither away as soon as an index finger is raised, against it,

It was only when i saw you armed with an axe and bow and arrows that i spoke with the same pride,

Now that understand you are a descendant of Bhrgu and perceive a sacred thread on your person,

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unborn offspring in the womb

Jai Sri Ram,
Do not bring woe to your parents, O princely lad,

My most cruel axe has exterminated even unborn offspring in the womb,

Laxman smilingly retorted in a mild tone, The great sage consider himself an extraordinary warrior,

He flaunts his axe before me again and again, as f he would blow away a mountain with a mere puff of breath,

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an irascible one

Jai Sri Ram,
I have been a celibate from my very boyhood but also an irascible one,

I am known throughout the world as a sworn enemy of the Ksatriya,

By the might of my arm i made the earth king-less and bestowed it time after time upon Brahmans,

Look at his axe, which looped off the arms of Sahastrabahu, O youth Prince,

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i slay you not because, as i say, you are a child yet

Jai Sri Ram,
Sri Rama mistook it for a new one and at his very touch it break in two.

Lord Rama, therefore, was not to blame for it either,

Why, then, be angry, reverend Sir, for no cause,

Casting a glance at his axe, Parshurama replied, O foolish child, have you heard of my temper, i slay you not because, as i say, you are a child yet, do not take me for a  mere anchorite, O dullard,

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What gain or loss

Jai Sri Ram,
O Young Prince, Being in the grip of death you have no control over your speech,

Would you compare to a small bow the mighty bow of Shiva, that is known through out the world,

Said Laxmana with a smile, listen O holy sir-to my mind all bows are alike
,
What gain or loss can there be in the breaking of a worn out Bow,

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Parshurama burst out in fury,

Jai sri Ram,
Let him start apart,leaving this assembly

Or everyone of this assembly will be slain

Hearing the sage's words Laxmana smiled and said insulting Parshurama, i have broken many a small bow in my childhood but you never grew so angry,

May Lord, why should you be fond of this particular bow, At this Parshurama burst out in fury,

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Listen of O Rama

Jai Sri Ram,
What is your command Why not tell me,

At this furious sage was all more incensed and said, A servant is he who does service,

Having played the role of an enemy, one should give battle,

Listen of O Rama-whoever has broken Shiva's bow is my enemy no less than the thousand armed Kartavirya,

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