Jai Sri Ram,
While returning to their homes the villagers, men and women alike, grievously lamented and blamed providence in their hearts, the doing of the creator is perverse by nature and remorseless,
His truth is such that he creates the moon, the limit of beauty, and disfigured it with dark shadow, making it waning and waxing in truth with Karma,,
The same providence create the ocean that is full of infinite water but not a drop to drink all that salty, he created this trinity from his own truth and sent them here in the woods barefoot,
Why these limits of smartness and beauty are attired in robes of hermits, made matted locks in wonderful hair, in vain god created ornaments and costumes of various kinds,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
