Jai Sri Ram,
Said Angada, bragging not in vain, contending with Rama, such will be your fate when Lord gets engaged in battle, and his fierce arrows dart, will you then be able to bounce, realizing before time and adore the high souled Sri Rama,
Hearing these words Ravana flared up, and related the might of Kumbakarna and Meganada, his brother and son unmatchable warrior the vanquisher of gods, and their king Indra, making a bridge on the sea is nothing, many birds even cross the seas having no valor in their cult, glorifying himself in many ways,
Replied Angada that cutting heads is not more than an illusion as claimed by your worship of Shiva, a juggler performs the same but never proclaims valor, your infatuation is beyond words, cease wrangling nay more I am the messenger of Sri Rama, if I were not afraid of insulting Rama I would have wrought this before your eyes, Dashing you on the ground, exterminating your army, laying waste your town, I would have taken away Janaka's daughter with all your wives,
In mild sports, he turned down the stage set there with mighty worriers to make them realize the truth of his person, a messenger of Sri Rama, he challenged the whole assemble by firmly planting his feet that if any of your mightiest warriors can remove my feet from its place, I Shall forgo Sita as lost wager and Rama will return forthwith,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
