misanthropic activities

 Jai Sri Ram,

My Lord, have compassion on the child, and wreak not your wrath on this guileless youngster if he had any idea of your might, how could he be so foolish as to front you, if children play some pranks, their teachers and parents are in raptures at it, therefore, take pity on him, knowing him to be a child and your servant,

For you are an even-minded, good-tempered, forbearing, and illumined anchorite, On hearing Sri Rama's word Parshurama called down a little, but uttering something Laxman smiled again, seeing him smile, Parshuram, flushed all over with rage, and said, 

Rama your brother is too wicked, though fair of hue, he is black at heart, he has deadly poison, and nor does this vile imp regard me as the very image of death, 

Laxman smilingly said, listen, holy sir, passion is the root of sin, swayed by if men perpetrate unseemly acts and indulge in misanthropic activities,

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O good Sage

 Jai Sri Ram,

Said Laxman, is there anyone, O good Sage, who is not aware of your gentle disposition, so well known throughout the world, you have fully paid the debt owned to your parents, the only debt now remains to be paid by you owe to your Guru,

And that has been vexing your mind not a little, it looks as if you had incurred the debt on your account, and since a considerable time has now elapsed a heavy interest has accumulated thereupon, now you get the creditor here and I will at once repay him from the purse, hearing these sarcastic remarks Parshurama grasped his axe and the whole assembly cried,

O chief of Braghu's you are still threatening me with your axe, but I am sparing you because I hold you to be a Brahman, O enemy of princes, you have never met the champion staunch in the fight, you have grown important in your own little home, O holy brahman, everyone exclaimed this a wholly undesirable, the lord of Ragus now backed Laxman stop,

Perceiving the flames of Parshurama's passion grow with the pouring of oblation in the form of Laxmana's rejoinder, the sun of Raghus' race spoke words like water,

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sugar extracted from a sugar cane

 Jai Sri Ram,

You seem to have died at your back and call and summon him again and again for my sake, hearing Laxmana's harsh words Parshurama closed his hand upon his terrible axe, after this no one blames me, this sharp-tongued boy deserves his death, 

I have spared him long on his account of his being a child, he is now surely going to die, said  Visvamitra, Pard his offense, holy men take no notice of the merits and demerits of a child, a sharp edge is my axe while I am pitless and famous, and here stand before me ab offender and an enemy of my Guru, 

Even though he gives a resort, I spare his life solely out of regard for you, O Vishamitra, or else hacking him to pieces with this cruel axe, I would have easily repaid the debt I have owned to my Guru, 

Said Visvamitra smiling within himself, everything looks green to the sage, it is, however, the steel sword that he is faced with and not with sugar extracted from a sugar cane, it is pity that he does not understand and still persists in his ignorance,

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Listen, O Vishvamitra,

 Jai Sri Ram,

Listen, O Vishvamitra, this boy is stupid and perverse as in the grip of death himself and will bring destruction on his whole family, a dark spot on the moon-like solar race, he is utterly unruly, senseless, and reckless, the very next moment he shall find himself in the jaws of death, I proclaim it at the top of my voice and none should blame me for it,

Forbid him if you save him, telling him of my glory, might, and fury, said Laxmana, holy sir, so long you live who else can expatriate on your glory, with your own lips you have recounted your exploits in diverse ways more than once if you are not yet satisfied, 

Tell us something more, do not undergo a severe trial by putting any restraint upon your anger, you have assumed the role of a hero, and are  resolute and imperturbable, it is unbecoming of you to your abuses, 

Heroes perform valiant deeds in the fight but never indulge in self-advertisement, finding before them a foe in battle, it is cowards who boast of their own glory,

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Pardon me

 Jai Sri Ram,

Laxman smilingly retorted in a mild tone, the great sage considers himself an extraordinary warrior, he flaunts his axe before me again and again, as if he would blow away a mountain with a mere puff of breath, here there is no pumpkin in the bud that would wither away as soon as an index finger is raised against it, 

It was only when I saw you armed with an axe and a bow and arrows that I spoke with some pride, now that I understood you are a descendant of Bhrigu and perceive a sacred thread on your person, I surpassed my anger and put up with whatever you say, in our daily valor is never shown against gods, the Brahmans, devotees of Sri Hari and the cow, 

For by killing of these, we incur sin while a defeat at their hands will bring disrepute on us, we should throw ourselves at your feet even if you strike us, even word of yours is as incisive as millions of thunderbolts, the bow and arrows and the axe are, therefore, an unnecessary burden to you, 

Pardon me, O great and illuminated hermit, if I have said anything unseemly at the sight of your weapons, hearing this, the jewel of Bhrigu's race rejoined in a deep voice,

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exterminated unborn offspring in the womb,

 Jai Sri Ram,

Said Laxmana with a smile, listen, holy sir, to my mind all bows are alike, what gain and loss can there be in breaking a worn-out bow, Sri Rama mistook it for a new one and at his very touch it broke into two, Rama not to blame for it either,

Why be then so angry, revered sir, for no cause, casting a glance at his axe, Parshurama replied, O foolish child, have you ever heard of my temper, I slay you not because, as I say, you are a child yet, do you take me for a mere anchorite, O dullard, I have been a celibate from my very boyhood, but also an irascible one,

And I am known throughout the world as a sworn enemy of the Kshatriya race, by the might of my arms I made the earth kingless and bestowed it time after time upon the Brahmans, look at this axe, which is lopped off the arms of Sahastrabahu, O youthful prince,

Do not bring woe to your parents, O princely lad, my most cruel axe has exterminated unborn offspring in the womb,

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Listen, O Rama

  Jai Sri Ram,

My Lord, it must be someone of your servants who have broken the bow of Shiva, what is your command, why not tell me, all this the furious sage was all the more incensed and said, A servant is he who does service, having played the role of an enemy and said,

One should give battle, Listen, O Rama, whoever has broken Shiva's bow is my enemy no less than the thousand armed Katavirya, let him stand apart, leaving this assembly, or else every one of these kings shall be slain, hearing the Sages words, 

Laxman smiled and said insulting Purshurama, I have broken many a small bow in my childhood, but you never grew so angry, my lord, why should you be so fond of this particular bow, At this, the chief of Bhirgu's race burst out in a furry,

O young prince, being in the grip of death you have no control over your speech, would you compare it to a small bow the mighty bow of shiva, that is known throughout the world,

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