Jai Sri Ram,
My Lord, have compassion on the child, and wreak not your wrath on this guileless youngster if he had any idea of your might, how could he be so foolish as to front you, if children play some pranks, their teachers and parents are in raptures at it, therefore, take pity on him, knowing him to be a child and your servant,
For you are an even-minded, good-tempered, forbearing, and illumined anchorite, On hearing Sri Rama's word Parshurama called down a little, but uttering something Laxman smiled again, seeing him smile, Parshuram, flushed all over with rage, and said,
Rama your brother is too wicked, though fair of hue, he is black at heart, he has deadly poison, and nor does this vile imp regard me as the very image of death,
Laxman smilingly said, listen, holy sir, passion is the root of sin, swayed by if men perpetrate unseemly acts and indulge in misanthropic activities,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
