Give up all hope and turn your faces homewards

 Jai Sri Ram,

Tell me, who would not have this prize, but none could string the bow, let alone string and break it, there was not one of you, brothers, who could stir it even a grain's breadth from its place, now no one who prides on his valor should feel offended if I assert that there is no hero left on earth to my mind,

Give up all hope and turn your faces homewards, it is not the will of providence that Sita should be married, all my religious merits should be gone if I abandon my vow, and the princes must remain a maid, what can I do, Had I Know, brothers, that there are no more heroes in the world, I would not have made myself a laughing stock by understanding such a vow, 

All who heard Janaka's words, men and women alike, felt distressed at the sight of Janaki, Laxmana, however, got incensed, his eyebrows were knit, his lips quivered and his eyes shot fire,

For fear of Rama he could not speak, though Janaka's words pierced his heart like an arrow, yet at last, bowing his head at Sri Rama's lotus feet he spoke words which were impregnated with truth,

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Ten thousand kings

 Jai Sri Ram,

Ten thousand kings then proceeded all at once to raise it, but it baffled attempts at moving it, Sambhu's bow did not stir in the same way as the mind of a virtuous lady refuses to yield to the words of a gallant, 

All the princes mad themselves butts of ridicule without dispassion, helplessly forfeiting their fame, glory, and great valor to the bow they returned, confused and disheartened, the kings went and sat in the midst of their own company, seeing the kings thus frustrated, king Janaka got impatient and spoke words as if in anger,

Hearing the vow made by me many a king has come from diverse parts of the globe, gods and demons in human form, and many other heroes, staunch in the fight, have assembled, 

A lovely bride, a grand triumph, and splendid renown are the prizes but Brahma it seems has not yet created  the man who breaks the bow and wins the above rewards, 

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Ravana and Banasura quietly slipped away as soon as they saw the bow

 Jai Sri Ram,

The might of the arm of the various princes stands as the moon, while shiva's bow is the plate, Rahu, as it were, it is massive and unyielding, as is well known to all, even the great champions Ravana and Banasura quietly slipped away as soon as they saw the bow, 

Whoever in the royal assembly breaks today the yonder unbending bow of Shiva shall be unhesitatingly wedded by Vedheha's daughter and shall triumph over the three worlds, hearing the vow all the princes were filled with longing, while those who prided on their valor felt very indignant, 

Grinding up their loins they rose impatiently and bowing their heads to their chosen deity went ahead, they cast an angry look at Shiva's bow, grappled with it with steady aim, and exerted all their strength but the bow refused to be lifted. those princes, however, who had any sense at all did not even approach the bow,

Those foolish kings indignantly strained at the bow and retired in confusion when it refused to leave its position, as though it grew bulkier and bulkier by absorbing the might of the arm of each successive warrior,

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Go round and proclaimed my vow,

 Jai Sri Ram,

Out of natural bashfulness that she tells in the presence of elders and at the sight of the vast assemblage, Sita shrank into herself, and drawing the hero of Raghus's race into her heart she turned her eyes towards her companions, beholding Sri Rama's beauty and Sita's loveliness men and women alike forget to close their eyelid,

All of them fell anxious in their heart but hesitate to speak, they inwardly prayed to the creator, quickly taking away, O creator, Janka's stupidity and giving him the right understanding like ours, so that the king without the least scrumple may abandon his vow and give Sita in marriage Rama,

The world would speak well of him and the idea will find favors with all, on the other hand, if he persists in his folly, he shall have to rue it in the end, everyone is absorbed in the ardent feeling that the dark completion youth is a suitable match  for Janka's daughter, then Janaka summoned the heralds and they came eulogizing his race, the king said,

Go round and proclaimed my vow, forthwith they proceeded on their mission, there was not a little joy in their heart, the herald then uttered these polite words, listen to all princes, with our long arms uplifted we announce to you King Vedeha's Vow,

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long lost treasure

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sita's beauty defies all description, the mother of the universe that She is and an embodiment of charm and excellence, all companions seem to me too poor, for they have an affinity with limbs of moral women, proceeding to depict sita with the help of those very smiles why should one earn the title of an unworthy poet and court ill repute,

Should Sita be linked to any woman of this material creation, where is this world, such one comes across as such a lovely damsel, Sita's clever companions escorted her to the arena, singing songs in a charming voice, a beautiful Sari adorned her youthful frame, 

The Mother of the universe was incomparable in her exquisite beauty, and ornaments of all kinds have been decked by her companions with great care, when Sita Stepped into the arena, all were fascinated by her charms, and gods gladly sounded their kettle drums, celestials rained downed flowers,

Sita cast a hurried glance at all the princes, while Sita looked for Sri Rama with an anxious heart, all the prices found themselves in the grip of infatuation, Sita discovered the two brothers by the side of the sage, and her eyes greedily fell on them as on a long lost treasure,

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Sri Somvati Amavasya

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Somvati Amavasya today, a night which may enlighten the truth of embodied soul with a mild application of self through respective discipline,

Each and every Amavasya relates to the soul and the cause it relates to but when it falls on Monday, the potency of its active truth rises up like anything to help the spirit recover fast from the delusion of Maya which binds it badly in the cycle,

There is no rocket science to reach the truth of the day that to revamp self, just mild application of self through respective discipline to sanctity self and rest follows in auto mode, 

Sri Pitar Pujan could be an advantage for material gains too, repair of the serene cult of self could be the prime subject through adoration of the day, being a low tide day, it helps to subside the hypes created by Maya in inner truth of self,

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Janaka then sent for Sita

 Jai Sri Ram,

Do not just brag and throw away your lives in vain, hunger cannot be satiated with imaginary sweets, listen to this most salutary advice, be inwardly assured that Sita is no other than the mother of the universe, and after recognizing the lord of Raghus as the father of the universe, feast your eyes to their fill on his beauty,

Fountain of joy and embodiment of virtues, these two charming brothers have their abode in Sanbhu's heart, leaving an ocean of nectar, which is so near, why should you run in pursuits of mirage, and court death,

Or else do whatever pleases you individually, we for our part have reaped today the fruit of our human birth, so saying the good kings turned to gaze with affection on the picture of incomparable  beauty, while in heaven the gods witnessed the spectacle from their aerial cars, and raining down flowers sang in melodious strains,

Finding it an appropriate occasion Janaka then sent for Sita and her companions all lovely and accomplished, escorted Her with due honor,

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