Go and dispatch

 Jai Sri Ram,

Go and dispatch to the city of Ayodhya messengers who may invite King Dasaratha, and bring him here, Janaka gladly responded and summoned the messengers and dispatched them that very moment, then the king sent his own servants and instructed them, erect pavilions of all kinds with due care, decorate them,

Emeralds used to  decorate, piper betel leaves find the requisite place, lovely mango leaves of graven sapphires with blossoms of gold and bunches of emerald fruits glistened, charming festoons auspicious vases, beautiful flags, curtains, and chowries, beauty beyond words for the canopy to hold Sri Rama,

Janka messengers arrived at Ayodhya and rejoiced to behold the birthplace of Sri Rama, King Dasratha summoned them and received them in person, they handed over the letter of the message, obtaining the news Bharat felt delighted at heart, and the whole kingdom rejoice in the truth of the message,

Overwhelming with love King asked again and again, said the messenger Rama broke the bow without effort to meet the vow of King Janaka for the marriage of his daughter Sita, King rose to message it to Vashista, the Guru highly pleased to hear and said prepare the marriage procession after assigning lodging to the messengers returned to his palace,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please 

 

Said the sage

 Jai Sri Ram,

There was a tumultuous clash of musical instruments and everyone displayed charming and auspicious objects, troops of fair-faced, bright-eyed damsels sang melodies songs in chorus, their voices resembled the notes of the cuckoo, Janaka's joy was beyond description,, as that of a beggar who has found the treasure, 

Sita was rid of her fears and was as glad as a young pakora bird at the rising of the moon, Janaka made obeisance before Kaushik and said, it is due to your grace, my lord, that Sri Rama has been able to break the bow, the tow brothers gain me my purpose, pray, tell me now, revered sir, what is behooves me to do,,

Said the sage, listen, wise king, the marriage depended on the bow and took place directly after the bow broke, as is well known to all, including gods, human beings, and Nagas,

Nevertheless, you now go and perform according to the family usage whatever practices are prescribed in the Veda, after consulting the Brahmanas, the elders of your family, and your own preceptor Sadanand,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please 

Sri Hanuman Jayanti

 Jai Sri Ram,

O Manasa, realize the truth of the day, indeed a favorable day to take refuge in the lotus feet of Sri Rama that to enter the grove of wish-yielding creepers guarded by Sri Hanuman, Sri Hanuman welcome devotees with the truth of respective dignity in this groove to felicitate the spirit behind the mortal face,

To experience the gracious truth of this groove known in the name of Earth with incandescent clusters that extol the spiritual significance like anything to impart the meaning of incarnation with cause for spirit in varying embodiments, 

Let men realize the reality and truth of the savior in this magnificent groove none other than Sri Hanuman in his varying visible and invisible forms, Know Sri Hanuman to be a mystic and compassionate, no one parallel to him on the planet that to shower his grace on suppliant, 

Today is the day to mark self in truth with the reality of the day that Sri Hanuman Jayanti, the appearance day of Sri Hanuman in that age to serve his master, Sri Rama, devotees participate in this Yajna in many forms with humble and meaningful moral submission, and oblige themselves with the truth of practice of the day to attain spiritual prosperity from the king honor of Sri Hanuman, 

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please 

Glory to Sri Rama

 Jai Sri Ram,

Glory to Sri Rama, who delights Raghu's line even as the sun delights a cluster of lotuses, glory to the fire that consumes the forest of the demon race, glory to the benefactor of gods, Brahmans, and cows, Glory to him who is an ocean of humility, amiability, compassion and goodness and a pastmaster in the art of speech,

Glory to the delighted of his servants and to him who is graceful of every limb and whose form possesses the beauty of millions of cupids, how can I with one tongue utter your praises, glory to him who sports in the mind of the great lord Shiva as a swan in the Manasarovar lake,

In my ignorance I have said much that was unseemly, therefore pardon me, both brothers, abodes of forgiveness that you are, glory, glory, all glory to the chief of Raghu's race, So saying the lord of Bhrgus withdrew to the forest to practice penance, the wicked kings were all seized with imaginary tears and the cowards quietly fled in all directions, 

The gods sounded their cattle drums and rained down flowers on the lord, all the people of the city rejoiced and their heart's agony, born of ignorance, disappeared,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please 

NO MATTER IF IT IS MY DEATH

 Jai Sri Ram,

A god, a demon, a king, or a body of warriors, whether my equal in strength or more powerful than myself, should any of these challenge me to combat, I would gladly fight with him, NO MATTER IF IT IS MY DEATH, for whom born as Ksatriya and yet afraid of fighting, is a veritable wretch and has brought a slur on his lineage,

I tell you my natural way and not by way of tribute to my race, Raghu's descendants do not tremble to meet the fight even death, such is the glory of Brahman Race that he who is afraid of you, that Brahmanas, is rid of all fears, 

When he heard these soft yet profound words of Sri Rama, Parshurama's mind was disillusioned, O Rama, take this bow of Rama's lord and draw it, so that my doubts may be cleared, As Parshurama offered his bow it passed into Rama's hand of its own accord, and PARSHURAMA FELT AMAZED AT THIS,

He then recognized Sri Rama's might and his whole frame was thrilled with joy and his hair stood on end, joining his palms together he addressed the following words to Sri Rama, his heart bursting with emotion,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please 

think before you speak,

 Jai Sri Ram,

You know me to be a mere Brahmana, I tell you what kind of Brahman I AM, know that the bow is my SACRIFICIAL LADLE, arrows are my oblations, MY WARTH, the blazing fire, the brilliant fourfold forces, consisting of the horse, the elephant, the chariot and the foot soldiers are fuel,

And mighty princes have served as victims, whom I have cut to pieces with this very axe, and offered as sacrifices, in this way I have performed millions of sacrifices in the shape of armed conflicts, accompanied by the muttering of sacred formulas in the shape of war cries, 

My glory is not known to you, address me in contemptuous terms mistaking me for a mere Brahmana, since you have broken the bow, your arrogance has transgressed all limits, in your esteem you should stand as if you have conquered the whole world, 

Said Rama, O sage, think before you speak, your anger is out of proportions with my error, which is trifling one, worn out as it was, the bow broke at a mere touch, what reason have I to be proud, HEAR TRUTH, O LORD OF BRAGHUS IF AS YOU SAY, I TREAT YOU WITH DISRESPECT BECAUSE YOU ARE A BRAHMAN, WHO IS THAT GALLANT WARRIOR IN THIS WORLD TO WHOME I WOULD BOW MY HEAD OUT OF FEAR,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please 

you are as perverse as

 Jai Sri Ram,

O Lord, whereas there is only one merit in me, that is my bow while you have got nine most auspicious characteristics,

Such as tranquillity, restraint, penance, purity, forbearance, straightforwardness, knowledge, supreme knowledge, and faith in God,

I am thus inferior to you in every way, therefore, O Holy sir, Forgive my faults, Again and again, did Rama address His namesake as a sage,

And as a great Brahman, till the chief of Bhrgus exclaimed in his fury, you are as perverse as your younger brother,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please