Jai Sri Ram,
Glory to Sri Rama, who delights Raghu's line even as the sun delights a cluster of lotuses, glory to the fire that consumes the forest of the demon race, glory to the benefactor of gods, Brahmans, and cows, Glory to him who is an ocean of humility, amiability, compassion and goodness and a pastmaster in the art of speech,
Glory to the delighted of his servants and to him who is graceful of every limb and whose form possesses the beauty of millions of cupids, how can I with one tongue utter your praises, glory to him who sports in the mind of the great lord Shiva as a swan in the Manasarovar lake,
In my ignorance I have said much that was unseemly, therefore pardon me, both brothers, abodes of forgiveness that you are, glory, glory, all glory to the chief of Raghu's race, So saying the lord of Bhrgus withdrew to the forest to practice penance, the wicked kings were all seized with imaginary tears and the cowards quietly fled in all directions,
The gods sounded their cattle drums and rained down flowers on the lord, all the people of the city rejoiced and their heart's agony, born of ignorance, disappeared,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
