Jai Sri Ram,
Thus arguing with her in numberless ways the king dropped on the floor crying why do you bring ruin to all, Stricken with grief the king repeated the word Rama again and again,
May the day never dawn nor may anyone go and tell Rama, King recalled within himself, O sun god, you will be pained to see the plight of Ayodhya,
The king was yet wailing, the day broke and the music of lute, flute and conch was heard at his door, birds extolled him, and minstrels sang his praises and they all pierced the king like shafts as he heard them,
At the door waited crowd of servants and ministers, who said to one another at the sight of the risen sun, the Lord of Ayodhya has not yet woken up, what special reason can there be,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
