custom prevailing in the solar race

Jai sri Ram,
That day alone will be auspicious and a bestower of good fortune,

When your words will come to be true,

The eldest brother should be the lord and the younger ones his servants,

Such is the blessed custom prevailing in the solar race,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks Please 

O sweet tongued girl

Jai Sri Ram,
The one eyed, the lame and the hump backed, know these to be perverse and wicked,

More so if they come of the fair sex and particularly those belongs to the mental class,

Said Bharata's mother and smiled,

O sweet tongued girl, i have said all this to you by way of advice, otherwise i cannot even dream of being angry with you,

May Lord bless all,

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Keep Quite Know

Jai sri Ram,
Hearing these affectionate words,

Yet knowing her malicious mind the queen angrily said,

Keep Quite Know_

If you are ever speak thus again, expert as you are in sowing seeds of discord in a family i will have your tongue pulled out,

May Lord bless all,

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excessively fond of sleeping

Jai Sri Ram,
Why not go and see for yourself all the splendour.

The sight of which has agitated my mind,

Your son is away, while you are compliance under the notion that your lord is under your thumb,

You are excessively fond of sleeping on a cushioned bed and are unable to detect the deceitful cunning of the king,

May Lord bless all,

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Why

Jai Sri Ram,
Why should anyone, O mother, give me a lesson,

And on whose strength shall i be cheeky,

Who is happy today, Except Rama-whom the king is going to invest with legal power,

Providence has turned most favourable to kaushalya-seeing this she cannot contain the pride of her bosom,

May Lord bless all,

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hissed like a cobra

Jai sri Ram,
Even then the most wicked servant would not speak and merely hissed like a cobra,

Apprehensive of mischief, the queen said to her,

How is it that you do not speak, I hope Rama and his royal father, Laxmana, Bharata and Ripusudan are all well,

The hump-backed woman was pained at heart to hear these words,

May Lord bless all,

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most saucy girl

Jai sri Ram,
She made no answer but only heaved a deep sigh,

Adopting the way of women shed crocodile tears,

Said the queen laughing, you are a most saucy girl,

What i suspect, therefore, is that Laxmana has taught you a lesson,

May Lord bless all,

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created overnight

Jai sri Ram,
That evil minded and low born woman pondered now mischief might be created overnight,

Even as a wily Bhila woman who has seen a honeycomb hanging from a tree schemes how to get hold of the honey,

Pulling a long face she approached Bharat's mother,

What makes you look so grave-the Queen smilingly asked,

May Lord bless all,

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