no pumpkin in the bud

Jai Sri Ram,
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 bow and arrows that i spoke with the same pride,

Now that understand you are a descendant of Bhrgu and perceive a sacred thread on your person,

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unborn offspring in the womb

Jai Sri Ram,
Do not bring woe to your parents, O princely lad,

My most cruel axe has exterminated even unborn offspring in the womb,

Laxman smilingly retorted in a mild tone, The great sage consider himself an extraordinary warrior,

He flaunts his axe before me again and again, as f he would blow away a mountain with a mere puff of breath,

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an irascible one

Jai Sri Ram,
I have been a celibate from my very boyhood but also an irascible one,

I am known throughout the world as a sworn enemy of the Ksatriya,

By the might of my arm i made the earth king-less and bestowed it time after time upon Brahmans,

Look at his axe, which looped off the arms of Sahastrabahu, O youth Prince,

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i slay you not because, as i say, you are a child yet

Jai Sri Ram,
Sri Rama mistook it for a new one and at his very touch it break in two.

Lord Rama, therefore, was not to blame for it either,

Why, then, be angry, reverend Sir, for no cause,

Casting a glance at his axe, Parshurama replied, O foolish child, have you heard of my temper, i slay you not because, as i say, you are a child yet, do not take me for a  mere anchorite, O dullard,

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What gain or loss

Jai Sri Ram,
O Young Prince, Being in the grip of death you have no control over your speech,

Would you compare to a small bow the mighty bow of Shiva, that is known through out the world,

Said Laxmana with a smile, listen O holy sir-to my mind all bows are alike
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What gain or loss can there be in the breaking of a worn out Bow,

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Parshurama burst out in fury,

Jai sri Ram,
Let him start apart,leaving this assembly

Or everyone of this assembly will be slain

Hearing the sage's words Laxmana smiled and said insulting Parshurama, i have broken many a small bow in my childhood but you never grew so angry,

May Lord, why should you be fond of this particular bow, At this Parshurama burst out in fury,

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Listen of O Rama

Jai Sri Ram,
What is your command Why not tell me,

At this furious sage was all more incensed and said, A servant is he who does service,

Having played the role of an enemy, one should give battle,

Listen of O Rama-whoever has broken Shiva's bow is my enemy no less than the thousand armed Kartavirya,

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it must be some one of your servants,

Jai Sri Ram,
When Sita heard of Parshurama's temperament,

Even half a moment passed to her like a whole life-time of the universe,

When Sri Rama saws everyone seized with panic and perceived Sita's anxiety

He interposed, there was neither joy nor sorrow in his heart, My Lord, it must be some one of your servants, who has broken the bow of Shiva,

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God has undone an accomplished fact,

Jai sri Ram,
In his excess of fear, the king would make no answer

The wicked kings were glad of heart,

Gods, Sages, Nagas, and the people of the city were filled with anxiety

Their hearts were much agitated, Sita's mother's lamented within herself-saying-God has undone an accomplished fact,

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who has broken the bow

Jai Sri Ram,
Janaka Narrated to him the whole story, mentioning what had brought all the kings there,

On hearing the reply Parshurama turned round and looking in the other direction he espied the fragments of the bow lying on the ground,

Flying into a rage he spoke in harsh tone,

Tell me O Janaka, who has broken the bow, show him at once or this day i will overthrow the whole tract of the land over which your dominion extends

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Sri Rama's incomparable beauty

Jai Sri Ram,
His eyes were riveted on Sri Rama's incomparable beauty,

Which would humble the pride of cupid himself,

Then he looked round and though knowing everything, he asked Videha, like an ignorant,

Tell me, what has attracted all this crowd here, and as he spoke thus wrath took possession of his whole being,

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he bestowed his blessings on her

Jai sri Ram,
Then came Janaka and bowed his head,

Sending for Sita he made her pay homage to the sage,

Her companions rejoiced when he bestowed his blessings on her, And cleverly took her where other ladies were,

Next came Vishvamitra, who met him and placed two brothers at his lotus feet, saying that they were king Dasratha's sons, Sri Rama and laxmana by name, seeing the well matched pair, he bless them,

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Each fell prostrate

Jai Sri Ram,
It looked as if the heroic sentiments had taken the form of a hermit and arrived where the kings had assembled,

Beholding the frightful figure of Parshurama, the kings all rose in consternation and mentioning his own as well as his father's Name,

Each fell prostrate on the ground before him,

even he on whom Parshurama cast a friendly look in a natural way through his sands of his life had run out,

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His character

Jai Sri Ram,
With the anchorite covering about his loins and a pair pf quivers fastened by his side,

He held a bow and arrows in his hands and an axe upon his fair shoulder,

Through saintly in attire, he had cruel record of deeds,

His character, therefore, defied description,

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reddened with anger

Jai sri Ram,
Having matted locks on the head, his handsome moon-like face was a bit reddened with anger,

With knitted brows and eyes inflamed with passion,

His natural look gave one of the impression that he was enraged

He had well build shoulder like those of a bull and a broad chest and long arms,he was adorned with a beautiful sacred thread, rosary and deerskin,

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Sage Parsurama

Jai Sri Ram,
That very moment arrived the Sage Parsurama,

A very sun to the lotus like race of Bhrgu, led by the news of breaking of the bows,

At his very sight the kings all cowered downed even as a quail would shrink beneath the swoop of a hawk,

A coat of ashes looked most charming on his body, his broad forehead was adorned with a tripundra,

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A lion's whelp

Jai Sri Ram,
With fiery eye and knitted brows he cast an angry look at the kings,

As though, at the sight of a heard of wild elephants in rut,

A lion's whelp were eager to pronounce them,

Seeing the uproar the women of the city were distressed and joined in cursing the princes,

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he could not speak

Jai Sri Ram,
When Sri Sita heard the tumult, she got afraid  and her companions took her to the queen,

While Rama Advanced to his Guru, easy in mind and inwardly praising her affection,

The queen as well as Sita were filled with anxiety and wondered what providence had in store for them,

Laxmana looked hither and thither; for fear of Rama, however, he could not speak

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feast your eyes upon Rama

Jai Sri Ram,
Giving up jealousy, arrogance and anger, therefore, feast your eyes upon Rama,

Knowing Laxmana's wrath to be ablazing fire, do not allow yourselves to be consumed by it like  a moth,

As the crow should seek an offering set for Garuda, as a rabbit should covet the shear of lion,

As a man who is angry without any cause should expect happiness, covetous man should long for good fame and a gallant should aspire to be free from scandal,

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shame itself feel shy

Jai Sri Ram,
When good kings heard these words they said,

They said shame itself feel shy in approaching this assembly of princes

Your might glory velour of which you are boasting,

Or have you since acquired it anew from somewhere else, it is because of your mentality that god has blacked your faces,

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Carry off Sita by force

Jai Sri Ram,
Rising from their seats one after another and dooming their armour the wrenches began to brag about

Carry off Sita by force and capture the two princes hold them in bondage

No purpose will be served by merely breaking the bow

For who shall to help them, rout him in battle along-with the two brothers

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sage Gautama's wife, Ahilya

Jai Sri Ram,
Remembering the fate of the sage Gautama's wife, Ahilya

She would not touch his feet with hands,

The jewel of Raghu's race inwardly smiled to perceive her transcendent love,

Then as they looked on Sita, a few princes were filled with longing for her; those wicked, degenerate fools grew indignant,

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beauty and the sentiment of love

Jai Sri Ram,
The pair of Sri Rama and Sri Sita shone as if the beauty and the sentiment of love had met together in human for,.

Her companions urged her_

Sita clasp your lord's feet,

But Sita was too much afraid to touch his feet,

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divine blessings

Jai Sri Ram,
Brahman recited the Vedas, while panegyrics sang praise,

The glad tidings spread throughout the Earth,

The subterranean regions and heaven that Sri Rama had broken the bow and won the hand of Sita,

 The people of the city waved lights round the pair in order to ward off as an act of invocation of divine blessings on the couple,

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in the city and in the heaven,

Jai Sri Ram,
There was music both in the city and in the heaven,

While the wicked were downcast, the virtues beamed with joy,

Gods, Kinnaras, men, Nagas and the great sages uttered blessings with shouts of victory,

Celestial dames danced and sang and handful of flowers were showered again and again,

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Sita placed the wreath of victory round Sri Rama's neck

Jai Sri Ram,
In this act her uplifted hands shone as if a pair of lotuses with their stalks were timidly investing the moon with a wreath of victory,

At this charming sight her companions broke into a song,

While Sita placed the wreath of victory round Sri Rama's neck so as to adorn his breast,

Witnessing the wreath of victory resting on Sri Rama's bosom, gods rained down flowers; while he kings all shrank in confusion like lillies at the rising of the Sun,

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wreath of victory

Jai sri Ram,
A clever companion, who perceived her in this condition, exhorted her saying,

Invest the bridegroom with beautiful wreath of victory,

At this she raised the wreath with both of her hands,

But was too overwhelmed with emotion to garland him,

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Sri Krishna Janmashtami

Jai sri Ram,
It is Sri Krishna Janmashtami Today, indeed a great day to adore with,

Sri Krishna, a light which dispel the dark of inner chamber that for a cause,

Sri Krishna, a tangible support for devotees and followers which not only help here but help here after too,

Obeisance to Lord Krishna, The legend of true love and truth of Sri Radha Rani ji,

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Her hidden love

Jai sri Ram,
She held in one of her lotus hands the fair wreath of victory,

Resplendent with the glory of triumph over the whole universe

While her body shrank with modesty, her heart was full of rapture,

Her hidden love could not be perceived by others , as drew near and behold Rama's beauty, princes Sita stood motionless as a portrait,

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Sri Sita advanced towards Rama

Jai Sri Ram,
Sadananda then gave the word and Sri Sita advanced towards Rama,

Accompanied by her fair and talented companions, who were singing festal songs,

She paced like a cygnet, her limbs possessing infinite charm,

In the Midst of her companions Sri Sita shone as a personification supreme beauty among other embodiments of Beauty,

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cakora bird

Jai Sri Ram,
The king countenance fell at the breaking of the bow,

Just as Lamp in the dimmed at down of the day,

Sri Sita's delight could only be compared to that female caraka bird on receiving a rain drop when the sun is in the same latitude as the constellation Swati,

Laxman fixed his eyes on the Rama as the young of a cakora bird gazes on the moon,

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sang auspicious strains,

jai Sri Ram,
Everywhere young women sang auspicious strains,

The Queen with her companions was much delighted,

As though a withering crop of paddy had been refreshed by a shower,

King was now care free and felt gratified as if a tired swimmer had reached a shallow,

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crash of cymbals and tabors

Jai sri Ram,
Talented bards, minstrels and panegyrics sang praises,

Everybody gave away horses, elephants, riches, jewels and raiment as an act of invocation of God's blessings on the youthful champion,

There was a crash of cymbals and tabors, conch and clarionets,

Drums and sweet sounded kettledrums, both large and small played with many other charming instruments,

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broken the massive bow of Shambhu,

Jai Sri Ram,
Siddhas and great sages praised the lord and gave him blessings raining down wreaths and flowers of various colours,

Other class of demigods sang melodious strains and shout the victory re-echoed throughout the universe,

The crash that followed the breaking of the bow was drowned in it,

Everywhere men and women in their joy kept saying that Rama had broken the massive bow of Shambhu,

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thrill of joy,

Jai Sri Ram,
Beholding sri Rama's beauty, which represented the full Moon, the sage felt an increasing thrill of joy,

Which may be compared to rising tide in the ocean,

Kettle drums sounded with great noise in the heavens,

Celestial damsels sang and danced, Brahma and other gods praised lord and gave him blessings

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water of love

Jai Sri Ram,
The bow of Shiva was the bark and the Rama's strength of arm was the ocean to be crossed with its aid,

The whole host that had boarded the ship out of ignorance was drowned with the bark,

The Lord tossed on the ground the two broken peices of the bow,

And everone rejoiced at the sight, Visvamitra stood as the holy ocean, full of sweet and unfathomable water of love,

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The awful crash

Jai Sri Ram,
The awful crash reached through the spheres,

The horses of the sun-god stayed from the course  The elephants of the quarters trumpeted,

The Earth shock, the serpent king, the divine boar and the divine tortoise fidgeted about, gods demons and sages put their hand to their ears and all  began anxiously to ponder the cause,

But when they learnt that Sri Rama had broken the bow they uttered shouts of victory,

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Sri Rama broke the bow in halves'

Jai Sri Ram,
Casting a glance at Lord she resolved to love him even at the cost of her life, Sri Rama, the embodiment of compassion, understood it all, Looking at Sri Sita he glanced at the bow as Garuda would gaze on a poor snake, When Laxmana Perceived that the Sri Rama had cast a glance at the bow, the hair on his body stood erect and he uttered the following words pressing the crust of earth under his foot,

O elephants guarding the cardinal points, o divine tortoise, O serpent-king, o Divine Bear, steadily hold the earth that it may not shake, Sri Rama seeks to break the bow of Shiva;therefore listen to my command and be ready,

When Rama drew near to the bow, men women present there invoked in his behalf the help of gods as well as their past deeds, the arrogance of the foolish kings, the proud pretensions of parshurama, the apprehension of gods that great sages, the distress of Sita, king Janaka's remorse and the fire of the queen's terrible agony, all these boarded the great bark of Shiva's bow, with whose help they sought to cross the boundless ocean of  Sri Rama's arm, but there was no helmsman to steer the ship,

Rama first looked at the crowd of spectators and found them motionless as the figures of a drawing, the gracious lord then turned his eyes towards Sri Sita and perceived her deep distress, He found Sita greatly agitated, every moment passed hung on her as a whole life time of the universe, if a thirsty man dies for want of water, of what avail is a lake of nectar to him once he is dead, what good is a shower when crop is dried up, thinking thus within self the lord looked at Sita and thrilled all over to perceive her singular devotion, he inwardly made obeisance to preceptor and took up the bow with great ability, the bow gleamed like a flash of lighting as he grasped it in his hand and then it appeared like a circle in the sky, no one knew when he took it in his hands strung it and drew it tight, everyone only saw standing instantly Sri Rama broke the bow in halves' the awful crash resounded through all spheres,

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CHERISHES TRUE LOVE

Jai sri Ram,
Held captive within her lotus-like mouth her bee lik speech refused to stir out for fear of the night of modesty,

Tears remained confined within corner of her eyes just as the gold    of a singly miser remains burred in a nook of his house,

Sri Sita felt abashed when she perceived her great agitation of mind; summoning up courage in her heart, therefore, she confidently said to to her self-

IF I AM TRUE TO MY VOW IN THOUGHT WORDS AND DEEDS AND IF MY MIND IS REALLY ATTACHED TO THE LOTUS FEET OF SRI RAMA'S BOND-SLAVE, FOR ONE GETS UNITED WITHOUT DOUBT WITH HIM FOR WHOM ONE CHERISHES TRUE LOVE

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orb of the moon

Jai Sri Ram,
Imparting your heaviness to the assembly grow light yourself at the sight of Sri Rama,

Sri Sita felt much agitated at heart,

An instant hung heavy on her as a hundred Yugas

Gazing now at the Lord and now at the ground, her restless eyes sparked as if two cupid's fish disported themselves in the pail-like orb of the moon,

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hope now lies in you

Jai Sri Ram,
How then, O god, can i maintain my balance of mind,

Is a diamond ever pierced with the pointed end of a Sirisa flower,

The sense at the whole assembly has become dull,

Hence my only hope now lies in you, O Sambhu's bow,

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Tender age

Jai Sri Ram,
The ministers are afraid, therefore none of them gives him good counsel,

It is all the more pity that it should be so in a conclave of wise men

While on the side stands the bow harder than adamant,

On other side we find that dark complexioned prince of delicate frame and tender age,

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Gazing repeatedly on the person sri Rama

Jai sri Ram,
The Queen felt assured at these words of her companion, Her despondency was gone and her love for sri Rama grew,

Then, casting a glance towards sri Rama, Sri Sita ji implored with anxious heart each god in turn, She inwardly prayed in a distressed state of mind; Be gracious to me-O great Lord Shiva and Bhavani, and rewarded my services by lightening the weight of the bow out of affection for me,

O god Ganesha, the chief of Shiva's attendants, O bestower of Boons, it is for the day that i have adored you, listening to my repeated supplication, therefore, reduce the weight of the bow to a mere trifle

Gazing repeatedly on the person sri Rama and summoning courage Sita prayed gods, her were filled with tears of love and the hair on her body stood on their end, she fastened her eyes to their fill on Sri Rama's beauty; but then the thought of her father's vow agitated her mind, She said to her self-Alas-my father has made a terrible resolve having no regard to good or evil consequences,

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I tell you

Jai sri Ram,
A Sacred Formula, indeed, is very small,

Although it has under its sway Brahma, Hari and Har and all other gods

A tiny goad governs the mightiest and most furious elephant,

Armed with a bow and arrow of flowers cupid has brought the whole universe under subjection realizing this, O Good Lady, give up all doubts, Rama, O Queen, will assuredly break the bow-I tell you,

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Sage Agastya

Jai Sri Ram,
One of her sharp witted companions gently replied,

The glorious are not be highly regarded, O Queen,

What comparison is there between the  sage agastya, who was born of a jar and the vest ocean,

Yet the sage drained it dry and his good fame has spread throughout the world, the orbs of the sun is so small to look at; but the moment it rises the darkness of all the three worlds disappears,

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Can cygnets ever lift mount Mandara

Jai sri Ram,
Knowing that Ravana and Banasura did not even touch the bow,

And that all other kings were worsted in spite of all their boasts,

Strange that he should give the same bow into the hands of this young prince,

Can cygnets ever lift mount Mandara, good sense has taken leave of the king and one does not know the dispensation of providence,

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mere spectators of show

Jai sri Ram,
Lovingly gazing on Sri Rama and bidding her companions draw near,

Sri Sita's mother spoke words full of anguish out of affection,

Whosoever are called our friends, dear ones, are mere spectators of show,

No one urge the Vishvamitra and tell him that two princes are yet boys and such insistence on his part is not desirable,

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O Lord Ganesha

Jai Sri Ram,
Invoking the manes and the gods,

Recalling their own past good deeds they prayed,

If our religious merits are of any value,

O Lord Ganesha-may Rama snap the bow of Shiva as it were a lotus stalk,

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rejoiced and thrilled

Jai sri Ram,
Sages and gods, like the Cakravaka bird, were rid of their sorrow and rained down flowers in token of their homage,

Affectionately reverencing the Guru's feet Sri Rama asked leave of the holy fathers,

The Lord of all creation then stepped forth in his natural grace with thread of a noble and beautiful elephant in rut,

As Sri Rama moved ahead all men and women of the city rejoiced and thrilled all over their body,

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false king shrank

Jai Sri Ram,
As a chief of Raghus rose on his elevated seat like the morning Sun appearing in the horizon,

All saints were delighted like so many lotuses and their eyes were glad as bees at the return of day,

The hopes of rival kings vanished as night and their boasts died away like the serried stars,

The arrogant princes shrivelled up like the lilies and the false king shrank away like owls,

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Up-Rama, break the bow of Shiva

Jai sri Ram,
Perceiving that it was a propitious time, Visvamitra said in most endearing terms,

Up-Rama, break the bow of Shiva and relieve Janaka, my boy, of his anguish,

On hearing the Guru's words sri Rama bowed his head at his feet,

There was no joy or sorrow in his heart, he stood up in all his native grace, putting to shame a young lion by his elegant carriage,

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Sri Rama checked Laxmana

Jai Sri Ram,
As Laxmana spoke these angry words, the earth shook and the elephants supported the quarters tottered,

The whole assembly including all the princes, was struck with terror,

Sri Sita felt delighted at heart, while Janaka blushed,

The Vishvamitra and all other hermits were glad at heart and thrilled all over again and again, with a sign Sri Rama checked Laxmana and made him sat beside him,

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I swear by your lotus feet

Jai sri Ram,
Realizing this, my Lord, let me have your command and see what wonders i work,

I will string the bow as though it were a lotus stalk and run with it not less than eight hundred miles

By the might of your glory, O Lord, i will snap it like the stalk of a Mushroom,

Or if i fail, I swear by your lotus feet never to handle a bow or quiver again,

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O delighter of the solar race

Jai sri Ram,
In an assembly where anyone of Raghu's is present no one would dare speak such scandalous words as Janaka has done,

Even though concious of the presence of Sri Rama, the jewel of Raghu's race,

Turning towards his brother, he added-listen, O delighter of the solar race,

I sincerely tell you, without any vain boasting; if i but have your permission, I will lift the round would like a ball and smash it like an ill baked earthen jar and by glory of your majesty, O blessed Lord, i can break mount meru like a raddish-What then, is this wretched old BOW

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impregnated with Truth_

Jai Sri Ram,
All who heared janaka's words felt distressed at the sight of Sri Sita,

Laxmana, however, got incensed; his eyebrows were knit, his lips quivered and his eyes shot fire,

For fear of Sri Rama he could not speak, though janaka's words pierced his heart like an arrow,

Yet at last-bowing his head at the lotus feet of Sri Rama, he spoke words which impregnated with Truth_

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