waves of the holy Ganga,

 Jai Sri Ram,

They are spells and valuable gems as it were for countering the venom of serpents in the form of sensuous enjoyments, the efface of deep marks of evil destiny contained on the forehead,

They are sunbeam, as it were, dispelling the darkness of ignorance, and clouds nourishing the paddy crop in the form of devotees, trees of paradise, as it were, yielding the object of one's desire, easily available for service and gratifying like Vishnu and Shiva, 

Stars as it were adoring the autumnal sky in the shape of the poets mind, and the very life's treasure for the devotees of Rama, a rich harvest of enjoyments as it were, yielding by the totality of one's meritorious deeds and sincerely devoted to the good of the world like holy men,

Sporting in the mind of the devotees as swans in the Manasarovara lake and purifying as the waves of the holy Ganga, the host of the virtues possessed by Sri Rama are like a blazing fire to consume the dry wood of evil ways, fallacious reasoning, mischievous practices, deceit, hypocrisy, and hereby prevailing in kali age,

Jai Siya Ram 

wild fire of indigence

 Jai Sri Ram,

The story of Sri Rama is the river Mandakini, which washes the foot of Chitrakoot, a guileless heart is mount Chitrakoot, one of the harpy resort of Sri Rama During his wandering in the forest, while pure pure love, says Tulsidasa in which Sita and Rama carry on their divine pastime,

The narratives of Rama is lovely wish yielding gem, and a graceful adornment for saintly wisdom, the host of virtues possessed by Rama are a blessing to the world and bestowers of liberation, riches, religious merit and the divine abode, and the divine abode,

They are true teachers of wisdom, dispassion and Yoga That Contemplative unison with God, and celestial physician that Ashwini kumars for the fell disease of metempsychosis, parents of devotion to Sita Rama and the seed of all holy vows, practices and observances, antidote for sins, agonies and grief and beloved guardian in this as well in that world,

Valliant ministers to king reason and a veritable Agustya drinking up the illimitable ocean of greed, young lions, residing in the forest of the devotee's mind to kill the herd of elephants in the shape of lust, anger, and impurities of the kali age, dear lord Shiva, the slayer of demon Tripura as a highly respectable and most beloved guest, and wish yielding clouds quenching the wild fire of indigence, 

Jai Siya Ram, 

 

it were of devotion to and love for Sri Rama

 Jai Sri Ram,

It is beneficent to pious souls, even as goddess Parvati, is friendly to gods, again,it puts an end to hell even as Parvati exterminated the army of demons, 

It flows from the assemblage of saints, even as Laxmi sprang from the ocean, and like the immovable earth it bears the burden of the entire creation, like the sacred river Yamuna in this world it scared away the messengers of Yama, the death god,

It is Holy Kashi, as it were for the liberation of souls, it is dear to Rama as the sacred basil plant and is truly beneficent to Tulsidasa as his own mother, HULASI, it is beloved of Shiva as the river Narmada which has its source in mount Makala, a peak of the Amarakantaka hill,

It is mine of attainments as well as of happiness and prosperity, it is to noble qualities what mother Aditi is to gods, it is culmination as it were of devotion to and love for Sri Rama,  

Jai Siya Ram 

Said Tulsidas

 Jai Sri Ram,

Said Tulsidas, I heard the same story in the holy Sukaraksetra that modern soron in the western UP, from my preceptor, but as I had no sense in those days of my childhood, I could not follow it full well, both the listener and the reciter of the mysterious story of Rama must be repositories of wisdom,

How, then could I, a dull witted and stupid creature steeped in the impurities of the kali age, expect to follow it, nevertheless, when the preceptor repeated the story time after time, I followed it to be a certain extent according to my poor lights, I shall versify the same in popular tongue, so that my mind derive satisfaction from it, 

Equipped with what little intellect and critical power I possess, I shall write with a heart inspired by Sri Hari, the story I am going to tell is such as will dispel my own doubts, errors and delusion, and will serve as a boat for crossing the stream of mundane existence,

The Story of Rama is a solace to the learned and a source of delight to all men and wipes out the impurities of Kali age, Sri Rama's story is a pea hen for the serpent in the form of kali age, again it is a wooden stick for kindling fire of wisdom, is a cow of plenty in this age of Kali, beautiful life giving herb for the virtuous, veritable river of nectar on the surface of this globe, which shatters the fear of birth and death, is a virtual snake for frog of delusion, 

Jai Siya Rama, 

Happy Birthday Sir

 

Ravishing tale was conceived by Sambhu, who graciously communicated to his consort

 Jai Sri Ganesha,

The Ravishing tale was conceived by Sambhu, who graciously communicated to his consort Uma that Goddess Parvati, 

Shiva imparted it once more to Kakabhusandi, a sagacious reality in the form of a crow, knowing to be a devotee of Sri Rama, and one qualified to hear it,

It was Yajnavalikya who received it from Sri Kakabhusandi, and narrated it to a pious sage Bhardwaja, 

Both these, the listener and the reciter are equally virtuous, they know all alike and are more acquainted with the pastimes of Sri Hari, like a emblic myrobalan fruit placed on one's palm, they hold the past, present and future within their knowledge, besides these, other enlightened devotees of Sri Hari too recite hear and understand this story if diverse ways,

Jai Siya Ram, 

feeling of delight

 Jai Sri Ram,

While the Lord sat at the foot of trees, the monkeys perched themselves high on the boughs, Such insolent creatures He exalted to his own position, 

There is no lord so gracious as Rama, O Tulsidasa, your goodness, O Rama, is beneficent to all, if this is a fact, Tulsidas too will be blessed by the same,

Thus revealing my merits and demerits and bowing my head once more to all, I proceed to sing the immaculate glory of the chief of Raghus, by hearing which the impurities of the kali age are wiped away, 

The charming Story which Yajnavalkya related to the Good Sage Bhardwaj, I shall repeat the same dialogue at length, let all good souls hear with a feeling of delight,

Jai Siya Ram,