Jai Sri Ram,
Ten thousand kings then proceeded all at once to raise it, but it baffled attempts at moving it, Sambhu's bow did not stir in the same way as the mind of a virtuous lady refuses to yield to the words of a gallant,
All the princes mad themselves butts of ridicule without dispassion, helplessly forfeiting their fame, glory, and great valor to the bow they returned, confused and disheartened, the kings went and sat in the midst of their own company, seeing the kings thus frustrated, king Janaka got impatient and spoke words as if in anger,
Hearing the vow made by me many a king has come from diverse parts of the globe, gods and demons in human form, and many other heroes, staunch in the fight, have assembled,
A lovely bride, a grand triumph, and splendid renown are the prizes but Brahma it seems has not yet created the man who breaks the bow and wins the above rewards,
May Lord Bless all,
Thanks, please
