Sri Ekadasi today

 Jai Sri Ram

Sri Ekadasi today,

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Hare Rama

 Jai Sri Ram

Seeing you equipped with an axe, arrows, and bows, the boy took you for a champion and got excited, although he knew you by name, he did not recognize you in person, and answered you according to his lineage,

If you had come as a sage, the child, O holy sir, would have placed the dust of your feet on his head, forgive the error which did not know you, a Brahman should have plenty of mercy in his heart,

What comparison, my lord, can there be between you and me, tell me if any affinity between head and feet, mine is a small name, Rama, 

Yours is a Long one with Parshu-prifined to Rama, 

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श्री राम नवमी

  Jai Sri Ram,

श्री राम नवमी 

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duel between the master and his servant

 Jai Sri Ram,

It is with your connivance that your brother addressed such pungent words to me, while you make false entreaties with joined palms, either give me satisfaction in combat or forswear your name Rama, give battle to me,  O enemy of Shiva, without taking recourse to any willy trick, 

Or else, I will dispatch you and your brother both, While the Parshurama thus raved with his axe, Sri Rama smiled within Himself bowing his head to the sage, while the fault is Laxman's, the sage's wrath is against me, sometimes meekness too begets much evil, a crook man is revered by all,

The crescent moon is not devoured by the demon Rahu, Said Rama, cease from wrath, O lord of Sages, the axe is in your hand, my head is before you do that, my lord, which may pacify your anger, know me to be your servant, 

How can there be any duel between the master and his servant, give up your anger, O great Brahman, it is only because he saw you in the garb of a warrior that the boy said something to you and he cannot be blamed for it,

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Parshurama spoke to Rama

 Jai Sri Ram,

My hand moves not, though passion consumes my breast, while this axe, which has slain kins without numbers, has gone blunt, fate has turned against me, and that is why I find my nature changed, otherwise compassion at any time is unknown to my heart, 

My tenderness of feeling has imposed on me a severe strain today, on hearing this the son of Sumitra bowed his head with a smile, the breeze of your benevolence is so befitting your frame, the words you speak appear as though blossoms drop from a tree, 

O revered Sir when compassion sets your whole frame as fire, God help you when you are angry, look here, Janaka, this stupid boy in his perversity intends to migrate to the region of death, why not put him out of my sight, though small to look at, the princeling is yet so wicked, Laxman smilingly said to himself, shut your eyes and the whole world will vanish out of your sight,

Then Parshurama spoke to Rama, his heart boiling with rage, having broken Sambu bow, O wretch, do you teach me,

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my wrath is ineffectual

 Jai Sri Ram,

Joining both his palms together and speaking in the most humble gentle and placid tones Sri Rama Said, I pray you, my lord wise as well are by nature, pray not to heed to the words of the child a warp and a child have the same disposition,

Saints never find fault with them, besides, the boy has done to you no harm, it is I, my lord, who has offended you, therefore, your reverence, deal to me as your servant whatsoever you please, whether it be a favor or frown, death or captivity, tell me quickly the means, 

Said the sage hos can my passion be pacified, O Rama, when your younger brother is still looking mischievously at me, so long as I do not cut his throat with my axe, my wrath is ineffectual, 

At the very news of the cruel doings of my axe, the consorts of kings miscarry, to think that having the same axe still at my service, I should see this princeling, my enemy, alive,

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petulance of speech

 Jai Sri Ram,

I am your servant, O chief of sages, put your wrath, and show mercy upon me, anger will not mend the broken bow, ray sit down, your legs must be aching if you are very fond of it, let us devise some means to mend it by calling some expert,

Janaka was frightened at Laxmana's words and said, Pray be quiet, it is not good to transgress the limits of propriety, the people of this city trembled like leaves, they said to themselves, the younger prince is really very naughty, as the chief of Braghu's heard the fearless words of Laxman,

His body burnt with rage and his strength diminished, in a condescending manner he said to Rama, I am sparing the boy because I know he is your brother, so far without and foul within, he resembles a jar of good full of poison, 

At this Laxman laughed, but Rama cast an angry look on him, therefore, putting away all petulance of speech he submissively went up to guru,

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