Jai Sri Ram,
Seeing the uproar the women in the city were all distressed and joined the princes, the very moment arrived the sage Parasurama, the very sun to the lotus-like race to the Bhragu, led by the news of the breaking of the bow, at his very sight the kings all cowered down even as a Quall would shrink beneath the swoop of a hawk,
A coat of ashes looked charming on his fair body, his broad forehead was adorned with a Tripunda, having matted locks on the head,, his handsome moon-like face was a bit reddened with anger, with knitted brows and eyes inflamed with passion, his natural look gave one the impression that he was enraged, he had well-built shoulders like those of a bull,
And with a broad chest and long arms, adorned with beautiful scared thread, rosary, and deerskin, with an anchorite's coverings about his loins and a pair of quivers fastened by his side, he held a bow and arrows in his hands and an axe upon his fair shoulder,
Though saintly in attire, he had a cruel record of deeds, his character, therefore, defied description, it looked as if the heroic sentiment had taken the form of a hermit and arrived where the kings had assembled,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
