Jai Sri Ram,
In an assembly where any one of Raghu's race is present o one would dare speak such scandalous words as Janaka's has done, even though conscious of the presence of Sri Rama, the jewel Raghu's race, listen O delighted of Solar Race,,
I sincerely tell you, without any vain boasting, if I but have your permission, I will lift the round world like a ball and smash it like an ill-baked earthen Jar, and by the glory of your Majesty, O blessed Lord,
I can break the mount Meru like a reddish, What then this wretched old bow, Realizing this my Lord, let me have your command and see what wonder I work, I will sting the bow as though it were a lotus stalk and run with it not less than eight hundred miles,
By the might of your glory, O lord, I will snap it like the stalk of a mushroom, or, if I fail, I swear by your lotus feet never to handle a bow or quiver again,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
