Jai Sri Ram,
When the King saw the malady unconsolable he dropped on the ground beating his head and sobbing out in most piteous tones, Rama, O Rama, O Lord Raghus, the king was stricken with grief and his limbs began to droop,
Kaikeyi plied him once more with pungent and harsh words, injecting poison as it were into his wound, Either go back upon your words, pray do not like a woman,
On hearing these poignant words the king exclaimed, say what you will, you are not to blame for it, it is my doom which has possessed you like a devil and is using you as it mouthpiece,
Bharata would never covet sovereignly even unwittingly, by decree of fate, however, evil council has taken possession of your mind, I beseech you with joined palms, pray speak not a word to me again, you will repent in the end, O hapless woman, that you killed a cow for the sake of gut,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
