Jai Sri Ram,
I am your servant, O chief of sages, put your wrath, and show mercy upon me, anger will not mend the broken bow, ray sit down, your legs must be aching if you are very fond of it, let us devise some means to mend it by calling some expert,
Janaka was frightened at Laxmana's words and said, Pray be quiet, it is not good to transgress the limits of propriety, the people of this city trembled like leaves, they said to themselves, the younger prince is really very naughty, as the chief of Braghu's heard the fearless words of Laxman,
His body burnt with rage and his strength diminished, in a condescending manner he said to Rama, I am sparing the boy because I know he is your brother, so far without and foul within, he resembles a jar of good full of poison,
At this Laxman laughed, but Rama cast an angry look on him, therefore, putting away all petulance of speech he submissively went up to guru,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
