feasted her eyes to their fill

 Jai Sri Ram,

She feasted her eyes to their fill on Sri Rama's beauty, but then the thought of her father's vow agitated her mind, She said to Herself, Alias, my father has made a terrible resolve having no regard for good and evil consequences,

The ministers are afraid, therefore none of them gives him good counsel, it is all the more pity that it should be so in a conclave of wise men, while on his side stands the bow harder than adamant, on the other side we find that dark complexioned prince of the delicate frame and tender age,

How then O god, can I maintain the balance of my mind, is a diamond ever pierced with the pointed end of a Sirisa flower, sense of the whole assembly has become dull, hence my only hope now lies on you, O Sambhu's bow, imparting your heaviness to the assembly grow light yourself at the sight of Sri Rama,

Gazing now at the Lord and now at the ground, her eyes sparked as it two cupid's fish disported themselves in the pall-like orb of the moon, 

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Sri Ekadasi Today

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Ekadasi today, the day to meet the true want of the soul in its reality,

It is a comprehensive divine cult for men to revamp themselves once a fortnight to check the truth of eternity and the self,

Meaningful adoration of the day in truth with respective discipline may bypass death to meet the cause eternal gracefully at that shore of life,

Favorable Vibes from the electro-magnetic flux manifest on the day from celestial cult may charm the spirit to have a fair glimpse of the self on the day with respective discipline, not just a day but an opportunity for men to make it with all ease,

May Lord bless all,

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Tears of love

 Jai Sri Ram, 

Armed with a bow and arrows of flowers cupid has brought the whole universe under his subjugation, realizing this, O GOOD LADY, give up all doubt, O QUEEN, Rama will assuredly break the bow, I TELL YOU,

The queen fell reassured at these words of her companion, her despondency was gone and her love for Sri Rama grew, then, casting a glance towards Sri Rama, Sita implore with anxious heart each god in turn, inwardly prayed in a distressed state of mind, BE GRACIOUS TO ME, O GREAT LORD SHIVA, Bhavani, and reward my services by lightning the weight of the bow out of affection for me,

O god Ganesha, O bestower of boons, IT IS FOR THIS DAY THAT I HAVE ADORED YOU, listening to my repeated supplication, therefore, reduce the weight of the bow to a mere trifle, 

Gazing repeatedly at the person of Sri Rama and summoning courage Sita prayed gods, her eyes filled with tears of love and the hair on her body stood on their end, 

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Brahma Hari and Hara

 Jai Sri Ram,

Whosoever are called our friends, dear ones, are mere spectators of a show, no one urges the preceptor and tells him that the two princes are yet boys and that such insistence on his part is not desirable, Knowing that Ravana and Banasura did not even touch the bow,

And that all other kings were worsted in spite of all their boasts, strange that he should give the same bow into the hands of this young prince, can cygnets even lift mount Mandara, good sense has taken leave of the king, and the one does not know the dispassion of providence, dear ones, 

One of her sharp-witted companions gently replied the glorious is not to be lightly regarded, O queen what comparison is there between the sage Agastya, who was born of a Jar and the vast ocean, yet the sage drained it dry, and his good renown has spread throughout the world, the orb is so small to look at, but the moment is rises the darkness of all three worlds disappears, 

A sacred formula, indeed, is very small, although it has under its sway Brahma Hari and Hara and all other gods, A tiny goad governs the mightiest and most furious elephant,

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invoking the manes and gods and recalling their own past good deeds

 Jai Sri Ram,

The hopes of the rival kings vanished as night and their boasts died like serried stars, the arrogant princes shriveled up like the lilies, and the false kings shranks away like owls, Sages, and gods, like the Cakravata bird were rid of their sorrow, and rained down flowers in token of their homage,

Affectionately referencing the Guru's feet Sri Rama asked leave of the holy fathers, the lord of all creation then steeped forth in his natural grace with the thread of a noble and beautiful elephant in a rut,

As Sri Rama moved ahead all men and women of the city rejoiced and thrilled all over their bodies, invoking the manes and gods and recalling their own past good deeds they prayed, if our religious merits are of any value, O lord Ganesha may Rama snap the bow of Shiva as if it were a lotus-like stalk, 

Lovingly gazed on Sri Rama and bidding her companions draw near, Sita's mother spoke words full of anguish out of affection, 

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UP, RAMA, break the bow

 Jai Sri Ram,

As Laksmana spoke these angry words, the earth shook and the elephants supporting the quarters tottered, the whole assembly including all the princes was struck with terror, and Sita felt delighted at heart, while Janaka Blushed,

The preceptor Vishamitra, the Lord of Raghus, and all the hermits were glad of heart and thrilled all over again, and again, With a sign Sri Rama checked Laxmana and made him sit beside him, perceiving that was a propitious time, Visvamitra said in most endearing terms, UP, RAMA, break the bow of Shiva and relieve Janaka, my boy, of his anguish,

On hearing the Guru's words Sri Rama bowed his head at his feet, there was no joy or sorrow in his heart, he stood up in all his native grace, putting to shame a young lion by his elegant carriage,,

The chief of Ragus rose on his elevated seat like the morning sun appearing on the eastern horizon, all the saints were delighted like so many lotuses and their eyes were glad as bees at the return of day,  

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snap it like the stalk of a mushroom,

 Jai Sri Ram,

In an assembly where any one of Raghu's race is present o one would dare speak such scandalous words as Janaka's has done, even though conscious of the presence of Sri Rama, the jewel Raghu's race, listen O delighted of Solar Race,,

I sincerely tell you, without any vain boasting, if I but have your permission, I will lift the round world like a ball and smash it like an ill-baked earthen Jar, and by the glory of your Majesty, O blessed Lord, 

I can break the mount Meru like a reddish, What then this wretched old bow, Realizing this my Lord, let me have your command and see what wonder I work, I will sting the bow as though it were a lotus stalk and run with it not less than eight hundred miles, 

By the might of your glory, O lord, I will snap it like the stalk of a mushroom, or, if I fail, I swear by your lotus feet never to handle a bow or quiver again,

May Lord bless all,

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