Jai Sri Ram,
The hopes of the rival kings vanished as night and their boasts died like serried stars, the arrogant princes shriveled up like the lilies, and the false kings shranks away like owls, Sages, and gods, like the Cakravata bird were rid of their sorrow, and rained down flowers in token of their homage,
Affectionately referencing the Guru's feet Sri Rama asked leave of the holy fathers, the lord of all creation then steeped forth in his natural grace with the thread of a noble and beautiful elephant in a rut,
As Sri Rama moved ahead all men and women of the city rejoiced and thrilled all over their bodies, invoking the manes and gods and recalling their own past good deeds they prayed, if our religious merits are of any value, O lord Ganesha may Rama snap the bow of Shiva as if it were a lotus-like stalk,
Lovingly gazed on Sri Rama and bidding her companions draw near, Sita's mother spoke words full of anguish out of affection,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
