Jai Sri Ram,
Whosoever are called our friends, dear ones, are mere spectators of a show, no one urges the preceptor and tells him that the two princes are yet boys and that such insistence on his part is not desirable, Knowing that Ravana and Banasura did not even touch the bow,
And that all other kings were worsted in spite of all their boasts, strange that he should give the same bow into the hands of this young prince, can cygnets even lift mount Mandara, good sense has taken leave of the king, and the one does not know the dispassion of providence, dear ones,
One of her sharp-witted companions gently replied the glorious is not to be lightly regarded, O queen what comparison is there between the sage Agastya, who was born of a Jar and the vast ocean, yet the sage drained it dry, and his good renown has spread throughout the world, the orb is so small to look at, but the moment is rises the darkness of all three worlds disappears,
A sacred formula, indeed, is very small, although it has under its sway Brahma Hari and Hara and all other gods, A tiny goad governs the mightiest and most furious elephant,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
