Poetic effusions,

Jai Sri Ram,

Wise men chant the glory of sri Hari alone, which wipes away the impurities of Kali age,

Finding the bard singing the glories of worldly men the goddess of speech begins to beat her brow and repent,

The wise liken the heart of a poet to the sea, his intellect to the shell containing peals and goddess Saraswati to star called Svati,

If there is a shower in the form of beautiful ideas, lovely pearls make their appearance in the form of poetic effusions, 

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Sri Rama's exploits

Jai Sri Ram,

Attracted by his own devotion, 

Saraswati-the goddess of poetry, comes with all speed from the abode of Brahma at his very invocation,

The fatigue occasioned by this long journey cannot be relieved by millions of devices unless she takes a dip in the lake of sri Rama's exploits,

Realizing this in their heart, poets and wise men chant the glory of sri Hari alone,

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exercise their charm elsewhere

Jai Sri Ram, 

The charm of them all is enhanced when they adorn the diadem of a king,

Or the person of a Young Lady,

Even so, the wise say, the outpouring of  a good poet originate at one place-in the mind of the poet,

And exercise their charm elsewhere,

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Milk of dark cow

Jai Sri Ram,

The milk of even dark cow is white,

And possesses a great medicinal value and is drunk by all,

So do the wise chant and hear the glory of Sita and Rama though couched in the vulgar tongue,

The beauty of a gem, a ruby and a pearl does not catch the eye as it should so long as they are borne on the head of serpent, the top of the mount and the crown of an elephant, 

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Malaya mountain

Jai Sri Ram,

On the person of Lord Shiva,

Even the ashes of cremation ground appear charming and purify by their thought,

My composition will appear extremely delightful to all by its association withe glory of Sri Rama,

Even as timber of every description is transformed into sandal and becomes worthy of adoration by contact with Malaya mountain and no body takes into account the quality of wood in that region, 

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Wipes away

Jai Sri Ram,

The tale of the Lord of Raghus, O Tulsidasa,

Brings forth blessings and wipes away the impurities of the Kali age,

The course of this stream of my poetry is torturous like that of the Holy Ganga,

Its association with auspicious glory of the lord my composition will be blessed and will captivate the mind of the virtuous, 

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Felicity to the world

Jai Sri Ram,

Even smoke rising from burning aloe wood is pungency,

Although my composition is clumsy,

It treats of a commendable theme,

The story of sri Rama, which brings felicity to the world,

May Lord bless all,

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