feeling of meum and arrogance

 Jai Sri Ram,

Voluntarily assuming human guise I will manifest myself in your house, bodying myself forth with my rays I will perform sportive acts which will be a source of delight to my devotees, hearing such exploits with reverence blessed men shall cross the ocean of worldly existence, 

Renouncing the feeling of meum and arrogance, this Maya who is no other than my primordial energy that has brought forth the universe, she too will manifest herself, in this way I will accomplish your desire and this pledge of mine shall never, never, never fail, repeating this again and again, the gracious lord vanished out of sight,

Cherishing in their mind the image of the Lord who is so compassionate to devotees, the wedded couple stayed in that hermitage for some time more and dropped their bodies, when the time came, without the least pain they went and took abode in Amravati, 

This most sacred legend was related by Shiva to Uma, now hear yet another cause of Sri Rama's birth,

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I WILL BE YOUR SON

 Jai Sri Ram,

Hearing the soft pregnant, charming and excellent speech of Satarupa, the gracious lOrd gently replied, whatever desire you cherish in your mind I have granted, you should have no doubt about it,

Mother, by my grace your uncommon wisdom shall never fail, bowing at his feet, Manu again said, Lord, I have once more request to make, Let me have an attachment to your feet, of the same type as one has for a son, no matter if anyone calls me a big fool,

Just as a snake cannot live without the gem on its hood and a fish without water, even so, let my life be dependent on you, asking this boon, the king remained clasping the lord's feet till the all-merciful lord said, LET IT BE SO,

obeying my command go and dwell in the capital of Indra, having enjoyed extensive enjoyments, there you shall, after some time, be born as a king, listen, dear father, I WILL BE YOUR SON,

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O my master

 Jai Sri Ram,

On seeing his love and hearing his invaluable words, the compassionate Lord said, but where shall I go to find my equal, I myself, O king, shall be a son of you, then seeing Satrupa with her hands folded, He Said,

O good lady, ask whatever boon you please, O gracious Lord, the boon which the clever king has just asked has appealed to me much, But it is a great presumption, my lord, even though such presumption is liked by you,,

O friend of devotees, you are the progenitor even of Brahma and other gods, the lord of the universe and the supreme being who dwells in the heart of all, realizing this, my mind is filled with doubt but what, you have said is infallible, 

O my master, the bliss that is enjoyed and the gal that is reached by your own devotees, grant me your mercy, Lord, that very bliss the same destiny, the same devotion, the same attachment to your lotus feet, the same insight and the same mode of living,

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I would have a son like you

 Jai Sri Ram,

On hearing the words of the Lord, Manu joined his palms and summoning courage spoke in soft accents, now we have seen your lotus feet, all our desires have been fulfilled, yet one longing still lingers in my heart, It is easy of accomplishment and at the same time hard to attain,

Hence it cannot be expressed, O Lord, it is easy to grant it, but due to my wretched condition it appears to me so hard to attain, just as a pauper who has found a wish-yielding tree feels shy in asking for abundant wealth,

Little realizing its glory, even so, my heart is possessed by doubt, being the witness of all hearts, you know my mind, therefore, O my master, grant my desire, O king, ask of me unreservedly, there is nothing which I would not give you, 

O crest jewel of donors, O gracious lord, I tell you my sincere wish, I would have a son like you, 

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ask whatever boon you will,

 Jai Sri Ram,

His lotus feet, which attract the minds of sages like so many bees, were beyond description, on his left side shone his primordial energy, Sita, who is ever devoted to him, and who is a storehouse of beauty and the source of the universe, 

Sita who stood the left of Rama was the same from the fragment of whose being emanate countless Laxmies, Umas, and Brahmanis, all mine of virtues,  and mere play of whose brows bring cosmos into existence, on the form of Sri Hari, the ocean of beauty, 

Manu and Satrupa gazed intently with unblinking eyes, that incomparable beauty they looked on with reverence and would not feel sated with it, overcome with joy they lost consciousness of their body and fell flat on the ground, clasped his feet with their hands, the gracious Lord touched their heads with his lotus hands and lifted up at once, 

The compassionate lord then said, knowing that I am highly pleased with you and recognizing me as a great donor, ask whatever boon you will, 

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eddies on the Yamuna

 Jai Sri Ram,

His countenance resembled the autumnal full moon, was the very perfection of beauty, lovely were his cheeks and chin and his neck resembled the conch shell in its spiral shape, his ruddy lips, teeth, and nose were charming,

His smile put to shame the rays of the moon, his eyes possessed the exquisite beauty of freshly blown lotuses, and his lovely glance captivated the heart, his eyebrows stole the beauty of love's bow and a sectarian mark shone on the forehead, fish-shaped earrings hung from his earlobes and a crown adorned his head,  

His curly locks looked like a swarm of bees, and his breast was marked by the curl of hair and adorned with the beautiful wealth of sylvan flower, a string of precious stones, and other jeweled ornaments, and his strong and well build neck resembled that of a lion, and the lovely scared thread was suspended from it, 

His long beautiful arms resembled the trunk of an elephant, and the ornaments, that adorned them were also charming a quiver was tied to his waist and his hands bore an arrow and a bow,  His yellow robes put  to shame streaks of lightening and his belly had three folds while his attractive navel robbed as it were, the eddies on the Yamuna of their beauty, 

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O friends of forlorn

 Jai Sri Ram,

Listen, O Lord, You are a wish-yielding tree and a cow of plenty to your devotees, the dust bestows your feet is adored by Brahma, Hari, and Hara, you are easy to serve and a fountain of all blessings, you are the protector of the suppliant and the lord of all creation, both animate and inanimate, 

O friends of forlorn, if you have any affection for us, be pleased to grant us a boon, the form which dwells in the heart of Shiva and sought by the sages, which sports like a swan in the lake of Bhusandi's mind and is glorified by the Vedas as both with and without attributes,

Be gracious to us and let us feast our eyes on that form, O reliever of distress of suppliant, the soft and humble words of the royal couple, steeped in the nectar of love, were liked by the lord very much, full of affection for his devotees and storehouse of compassion, the all-powerful lord, who pervades the whole universe, manifested,

Billions and millions of loves blushed to behold the elegance of his worthy form, which resembled a blue lotus in the softness of its touch, a sapphire in its gloss, and a dark cloud in its freshness, 

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infused life into the dead

 Jai Sri Ram,

For ten thousand years they refused to inhale even air, held their breath, and remained standing on one leg, beholding their great penance Brahma, Hari, and Hararepeatedly called on Manu, tempted him in many ways, saying ASK FOR A BOON, but the king and queen were most resolute,

They did not swerve in spite of the deities' efforts to deflect them, although their frame was reduced to a mere skeleton, there was no least anguish in their heart, The Lord now recognize the king and queen as his own servants, the ascetic couple solely depended on him, and the deep voice thundered from the heaven,

Ask, Ask for a boon, the voice was steeped in the nectar of compassion, and was so charming that it infused life into the dead, entering through the cavity of ears when it reached their very heart, they found their body attractive, animated and robust as before as if they had just returned from home,

As the Royal couple heard words, which were delighted to the ear as nectar itself. the hair on their body bristled and a thrill ran through their limb, then fell prostrate on the ground, and with his heart overflowing with love Spoke_

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resigned the throne to his son

 Jai Sri Ram,

Manu then resigned the throne to his son, and departed for the forest with his wife, preeminent of all holy places is the celebrated Namisharanya, the most sacred and bestowed success on those striving for realization, multitudes of sages and adepts lived there, glad of heart kind proceed to that place, passing along the road, king and queen of resolute mind looked like the incarnation of spiritual wisdom and devotion respectively, on reaching the bank of Gomati, they bathed with delight in the limpid stream, 

Adepts and enlightened sages came to see him recognizing him in the roral sage a champion of virtue, reverently look upon them to all holy and lovely spots that were scattered here and there, with emaciated bodies and clad in hermits robes they daily listened to the Puranas, devotedly repeated the twelve letter verse, the mind was fondly devoted to the lotus feet of Lord Vishnu,

 They lived on vegetables, fruits, and roots and meditated on the absolute that Brahma, who by nature is truth personified, conscious, and bless combined, again they started penance for the sake of Hari, giving up roots and fruits for water alone, their heart was clamored, let us see with our eyes that supreme Lord who is without attributes, without parts and without beginning or end, who is contemplated by the exponents of the highest reality, whom Vedas describe in Negative terms, not this-not this, 

Who is bliss itself, unconditioned and without companion and form a particle of whose being emanate a number of Sambhus, Viranchis, and Vishnus, even such lord is subordinate to his devotees and assumes for their sake a form suitable for sport, if the above utterances of the Vedas are true, our desire will be surely accomplished, in this way six thousand years elapsed even while they lived on water, then another seven millennia they lived on air alone,

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of them born this human race

 Jai Sri Ram,

Hear, O daughter of the mountain king, another reason, why the unbegotten unequaled and formless Brahma became king of Ayodhya, I shall relate at length the marvelous story connected with it, the Lord whom you saw roaming in the forest with his brother in the garb of hermits, and whose doings drove you mad in the form of Sati to such an extent that the shadow of that madness haunts you even to this day,

Hear his exploits, which serve as a cure for the disease of delusion, the supportive deeds performed by the lord in that birth, I shall relate them all to the best of my talents, hearing Sankara's words. O Bhardwaj, Uma blushed and smiled with love. Shiva then began to describe the cause of the Lord's descent on that particular occasion, I proceed to tell you about it, listen attentively, the story of Sri Rama wipes out all the impurities of the kali age, bring forth all blessings, and is most charming,

Swayambhu Manu had Satrupa as his wife, of them born this human race, peerless in God's creation, the piety, and conduct of the pair were excellent, and the standard of morality set up by them is sung by the Vedas to this day, their son was king Uttanapada, who begot the celebrated devotee of Sri Hari, Manu's younger son was known as Priyavrata, who is mentioned with praise by the Vedas and the Puranas, they had a daughter too, Devahuti by name, who was the favorite consort of sage Kardama, and who bore in her womb the all-powerful and benevolent Lord Kapila, the primal divinity, compassionate to the humble, expounded the philosophy of Sankhya, 

As adept as he was in the inquiry after the ultimate principles, The said Manu ruled for a long period and followed the Lord's commandant every day, I have reached the fourth age of my life while still living as a householder, but I have not relished the pleasure of senses, said to himself, felt sorely distressed at heart that his life had been wasted without devotion to Sri Hari,

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Sri Ekadasi today

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Ekadasi today, since the inception of men on the planet, many chapters were located in meridian with the life of a man that to help him suitable for meaningful compliance of his journey,

Among them, one legendary chapter is Sri Ekadasi, that mystic in itself but a truth that may simplify the state of self for fair compliance of the journey, 

Enlightenment of path with the correct orientation of self is the subject for all, and Sri Ekadasi helps even out of bounds to make it feasible for aspirants and devotees,

It is a day of Mook{silent} Satsang, it is a day of Sri Vishnu Pad Puja, indeed a day to realize the ideal of being man, a day that helps in inspiration and advances in the spiritual endeavors of men if taken in spirit,

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Sri Hari's births and exploits are many

 Jai Sri Ram,

Thus Sri Hari's births and exploits are many, they all are charming, delightful, and marvelous, in every cycle of creation the lord manifests himself and enacts lovely sports of various kinds, and great sages have on each such occasions sung his story in most sacred strains, relating wonderful anecdotes of diverse kinds, 

Hearing which the wise marvel not, Infinite is Sri Hari, and infinite is his stories, each saint sings and hears them in diverse ways, and the lovely sports of Sri Rama cannot be sung even in crores of Kalpas, In this episode, 

O Bhavani has been narrated by me in order to show that even enlightened sages are deluded by Sri Hari' Maya,, the Lord is supportive and a friend of the suppliant, he is easy to serve and rids one of all sorrow,

 The is no god, man or sage whom Sri Hari's powerful Maya cannot infatuate bearing this in mind, one should adore the lord of this great Maya,

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O great sage

 Jai Sri Ram,

When the attendants of Shiva saw the sage moving along the road free from delusion and greatly delighted at heart, they approached him in great alarm, and clasped his feet, spoke to him in great humility, we are servants of Shiva and no Brahmanas,

O great sage, we committed a great sin and have reaped its fruit, now rid us of the curse, O benevolent sage, Narada who was full of compassion for the humble, replied, Both of you go and take the form of demons, you shall possess an enormous fortune,, grandeur and strength,

When you have subdued the universe by the might of your arms, God Vishnu takes a human form, dying at his hands in battle, you should be liberated and shall never be reborn, bowing their head at the sage's feet, both departed and were reborn as demons in due course,

In one Kalp that round of creation, it was for this reason that Lord Sri Hari assumed a human form, it is his vow to gladdened the gods, to delight the virtuous, and to ease the earth of its burden,

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seventh paradise

 Jai Sri Ram,

O reliever of the distress of the suppliant, save me, O gracious Lord, let my curse prove ineffectual, IT WAS MY WILL, replied the lord, who is so merciful to the humble, 

I poured many abuses at you, the sage replied, how shall my sin be expiated, GO AND REPEAT THE NAME OF SANKARA a hundred times, your heart will be disburdened at once,, NO ONE IS DEAR TO ME AS SHIVA, never give up this belief, even by mistake,

O sage, he who does not earn the goodwill of Shiva shall never attain true devotion to me, bearing in mind, GO AND PERAMBUlATE THE GLOBE, my Maya shall haunt you no more,

Having thus reassured the sage, the lord then disappeared, while Narad proceeded to Satyaloka, the seventh paradise, the abode of Brahma chanting Sri Rama's praise as he went,

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THIS IS MY CURSE

 Jai Sri Ram,

You are absolutely independent and subordinate to none, you do whatever pleases your mind, you debase a good soul and redeem a vile person and neither rejoice nor grief over it, deceiving everyone you have become habituated to such tricks, 

You entertain no fear and are always zealous in pursuing your objects, good and evil deeds not come to your way, no one has so far able to correct you, you have this time played with fire and shall reap what you have sown, take that very form in which you have imposed upon me,

THIS IS MY CURSE, you made me look like a monkey, there you shall have monkeys for your helpmates, and you have grievously wronged me, so shall you suffer the pangs of separation from your wife, 

Gladly accepted the curse, the compassionate Lord made many entreaties to the sage, and withdrew the irresistible charm of his Maya, When Sri Hari lifted the spell of his MAYA, there was neither Rama nor the princess to be seen by his side, in dire dismay the sage clasped to the feet of Hari and Said,

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selfish and perverse, treacherous in your dealings

 Jai Sri Ram,

The gracious Lord too went there in the form of a king, the princes joyfully placed the wrath of victory around his neck, the lord of Laxmi carried off the bride to the despair of all assembled kings, the sage felt much perpetuated, for infatuation had robbed the sage of his reason, he felt as it a gem had dropped from a loosened knot at the end of the garment,

The attendants of Hara then smilingly said, just look at your face in the mirror, uttering these words both ran away in great alarm, and sage looked at his reflection in the water, his fury knew no bounds when he beheld his form, and he pronounced a terrible curse on the attendants of Shiva, O you sinful imposters, go and be reborn as demons, you mocked me, therefore, reap its reward, mock again a sage, if you dare,

Looking again in the water, he saw that he had regained his real form, yet his heart found no solace, his lips quivered and there was indignation in his heart, at once he proceeded to Lord Hari, I shall either curse him or die at his door, he said to himself, he made me a butt of ridicule through the world, Sri Hari met him midway, accompanied by the goddess, the same princess, Lord spoke in gentle tones, to what destination, holy sir, betaking yourself like distracted, 

As soon as Narad heard these words, filled with Rage, dominated by Maya, there was no reason left in him, he said,,, you cannot bear to look upon the welfare of others, richly endorsed with jealousy and fraud, churning the ocean, you drove Rudra mad, inciting him through gods, made him quaff the poison, apportioning liquor to the demons and poison to Sankara, lovely Kaustuba gem to your self, ever been selfish and perverse, treacherous in your dealings, 

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Narada sat elated with pride

 Jai Sri Ram,

Two of Shiva's attendants too happened to be there, they knew the whole secret and, disguised as Brahmans went about seeing fun, in the row where sat Narada, exceedingly round of his beauty, the two attendants seated themselves, disguised as Brahman they could not be detected, the flung at Narada,

Saying, Hari has given this man such excellent beauty that princes will be enamored to look at it and shall certainly choose him, Taking him for Hari himself, the sage was under the spell of delusion, for his heart had been stolen by love, the attendants of Shiva felt amused at this and greatly enjoyed the fun,

Even though the sage heard their ironical talk, he could not follow it, his reason is clouded by infatuation, no one perceived this extraordinary phenomenon, the princes alone saw his ugly for, the moment she beheld his monkey-like face and frightful form she was filled with rage, 

Accompanied by her companions the princes then glided as a swan, with a wreath of victory in her lotus hands she moved about surveying each of her royal suitors, she did not care to look even casually at the quarter in which Narada sat elated with pride, again and again, the sage would raise himself and fidget about, the attendants of Hara smiled to see him in that state, 

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Hark, O contemplative ascetic

 Jai Sri Ram,

Let me ask Hari for a gift of beauty, but, Alas,,, Much time will be lost in going to him, yet I have no such friend as Hari, let him, therefore, come to my rescue at this juncture, then Narad prayed in manifold and lo, The supportive and merciful lord appeared before him, the sight was soothing to the sage's eye, he was glad at heart and felt assured that his object would be accomplished, in great humility he told the lord all that had happened and said, be gracious to me and be enough to help me, Lord,

Bestowed on me your beauty, in no other way can I get possession of her, speedily do that which may serve my best interests, I am your servant, my Lord, seeing the might of his Maya, the Lord, who is compassionate to the poor, smiled to himself and said, Narada, listen to me, I shall do that alone which is good for you, and nothing else, my words can never be untrue,

Hark, O contemplative ascetic, if patience distracted by the malady ask for something which is harmful to him, the physician would never give it, in  a like manner I have resolved on doing what is good to you, so saying Lord disappeared, under the spell of his Maya the sage was mystified that he could not understand the words of Sri Hari, The sage hastened to the spot where the arena for the choice marriage had prepared,

Royal suitors had occupied their seats each with his retinue, the sage was glad at heart for he thought within himself, my beauty is so surpassing that the princess will never commit the error of choosing for her husband anyone else than me, in the sage's own interest the gracious Lord had made him hideous beyond description, but no one could mark the change that had taken place in him, everyone knew him to be Narada and greeted him as such,

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auspicious marks on her body

 Jai Sri Ram,

When he read the auspicious marks on her body, he was lost in reverie, he was gladdened at heart, but wouldn't open the happy characteristic, he who weds this girl, he said to himself, Shall become immortal and no one shall be able to conquer him in battle, 

He whom Silanidhi's daughter selects for her lord shall be adored by the entire creation, having read these characteristics the sage kept them to himself and mentioned a few fabricated ones to the king, telling the king that his daughter was of good promise, Narada left, 

He thought within himself, let me devise and try some means whereby the princess may choose me for her husband, he had no zeal to practice Japa or austerity, Good God, how am I to get the girl, he said to himself, 

What is needed on this occasion is great personal charm and surpassing beauty whereby the princes may be enamored of me and place the wealth of victory round my neck, he continued,

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seeing her beauty the sage forget all about his dispassion

 Jai Sri Ram,

I must contrive some plan which may do good to the sage and serve as a diversion for me, then bowing his head at the feet of Sri Hari, Narada departed, the pride of his heart had swelled, the lord of Laxmi then set his Maya into operation, now hear of her relentless doings, the Lord's mya created on the way a city with an area of eight hundred square miles, the manifold architectural beauties of that city excelled even those of Vishnu's own capital,

It was inhabited by graceful men and women, whom you would take to be so many incarnations of the god of love and his wife Rati, A king Silannidhi by name, ruled over that city, he owned a number of horses, elephants, troops, he possessed the grandeur and luxury of hundred Indras and was a repository of grace, splendor, might, and wisdom, 

He had a daughter, Vishvamohini, by name, whose beauty entrapped even Lakshmi, She was no other than Sri Hari's own Maya that enraptured potency, the fountainhead of all virtues, who can describe her charm, the princes were going to marry by self-choice, hence kings beyond numbers arrived there as suitors, the sportive Sage Narada entered the city and inquired everything from people, hearing all that had been going there,

He wended his way to the king's palace, the king paid him homage and gave him a seat, the king brought and showed the princess to Narada and Said, tell me after mature thought what is good or bad about her, seeing her beauty the sage forget all about his dispassion and remained gazing on her for a long,

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Vedanta personified

 Jai Sri Ram,

The will of Sri Rama alone prevails, there is no one who can alter it, Sambhu's advice fell flat on the sage, then he went to the abode of Brahma, singing the glories of Sri Hari, to the accomplishment of the excellent lute he had in his hand, the lord of sages, Narada, who was skilled in music, once repaired to the ocean of milk, 

Where dwells the abode of Laxmi, Bhagwan Narayana, who is Vedanta personified, the abode of Rama, rose to meet him in great joy and shared his seat with the sage, the lord of the entire creation, animate and inanimate said with a smile,, it is after a long time that you have shown me the favor, Revered sir,

 Narada told him all the doings of love, even though, Shiva had already forbidden him to do so, most forbidden is the Maya of Lord Rahus, no one was ever born in this world, who is beyond its charm, With an impressive look, yet in coaxing accents, said the lord, by your very thought self-delusion, lust, arrogance, and pride disappears,

Hark of Sage, the Mind of him alone is susceptible to delusion, whose heart is devoid of wisdom and dispassion, you are steadfast in your vow of celibacy, resolute of mind, you can never be smitten by the pangs of love, Narad replied with a feeling of pride, Lord it is all your grace, the compassionate lord pondered and saw the huge try of pride had sprouted in the heart, I shall soon tear it up by roots, for it is my vow to serve the best interest of my servants, 

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predominant

 Jai Sri Ram,

There was no anger in Narada's mind, he reassured the god of love by addressing him in friendly terms, then, bowing his head at the sage's feet and obtaining leave, love retired with his accomplices,

Reaching the court of Indra, he related his own doings, on the one hand, and sage's clemency on the other, hearing the tale all were astonished, they extolled the sage and bowed their head to Hari, then Narada Called on Shiva, 

He was proud of his victory over love and told him all love's doing, knowing him to his most beloved friend, the great lord Shiva admonished him as follows, O sage, I pray you, again and again, never repeat this story to Hari as you have repeated it to me, even if the topic comes up before him, please hush it up,

Wholesome was the advice given by Sambhu, but it did not please Narada, Bharadwaja, now hear what interesting thing happened, the will of the Hari is predominant, 

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god of love

 Jai Sri Ram,

When the god of love reached that hermitage, he created a semblance of the vernal season with his illusory power, many colored blossoms appeared on the trees of different kinds, cuckoos sand, and bees hummed, delightful breezes, cool, soft, and fragrant, blew, fanning the flames of passion, 

Rambha and other heavenly damsels, who looked ever young and were all past masters in amorous sports, sang in undulating tones of various kinds and sported in various ways, ball in hand, the god of love was delighted to see his associates there and employed a variety of decorative tricks, 

But the amorous devices had no effect on the sage, guilty cupid was now apprehensive of his own destruction, can anyone dare to trespass the bounds of him who has the lord of Laxmi as his great protector,

In dire dismay, the god of love with his accomplices acknowledged his defeat and clasped the sage's feet, addressing him in ascents of deep humility,

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metempsychosis

 Jai Sri Ram,

The great Lord Shiva then replied with a smile, there is no enlightened or deluded, man who instantly becomes what the lord Rama wills him to be at a particular moment, Said Yajnavalakya, I am going to recount the virtues of Sri Rama, O Bhardwaj, listen with a devout mind renouncing pride and intoxication, O Tulsidas, adore the lord if Raghus, who puts an end to metempsychosis,

In the Himalayas mountains, there was a most sacred cave, and the beautiful heavenly stream flowed nearby, the sight of this hoy and charming hermitage highly attracted the mind of the celestial sage Narada, Seeing the mountain, the river, and the forest glades, his heart developed a love for the feet od Laxmi Pati Vishnu, The thought of Sri Hari Vishnu broke the spell of the curse, pronounced by Daksha which did not allow him to stay at one place, and his mind, which was naturally sinless, fell into a trance, 

Seeing the sage's condition, Indra become apprehensive, summoning the god of love, he received him with great honor and said, for my sake go with your associates, the god of love, who has a fish emblazoned on his standard set out gladdened at heart, Indra apprehended that celestial sage sought to occupy his abode, those who are lustful and grasping are afraid of everyone like the evil-minded crow,

Just as a foolish dog, on seeing a king of beasts, should run away with a dry bone fearing in his crass ignorance lest the lion should rob him of it, Indra too in his shamelessness thought as above,

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sage pronounce a curse

 Jai Sri Ram,

Even though slain by the lord, the two brothers did not attain liberation, for the Brahmanas had doomed them to three births, it was on their account that the lovers of the devotees bodied themselves forth on one occasion, in that birth Kashyapa and Aditi were his parents, who were known by the names of Dasaratha and Kausalya respectively,

This was how in one kalpa the lord descended from heaven and performed purifying deeds on earth, in another Kalpa all the gods were worsted in their conflict with the demon Jalandhara, seeing their distress Sambhu wages war against him, which knew no end, but the demon, who possessed a great might could not be killed in spite of his best efforts, 

The wife of the demon chief was  a most virtuous lady, armed by her strength of character the demon could not be conquered even by the vanquisher of Tripura, by the stratagem the lord broke her vow of chastity and accompanied the purpose of the gods when the lady discovered the trick, she cursed him in her wrath,

The supportive and gracious Lord accepted her curse, it was this Jalandhar who was reborn as Ravana in this latter Kalpa, killing him in battle Sri Rama conferred on him the supreme state, this was the reason why Rama assumed a human form in one particular birth, Hark, O Bhardwaj, the story of each birth of lord has been an excuse of his birth in a votary of God Vishnu and enlightened soul too, wherefore did the sage pronounce a curse, What offense had lord committed against him, tell me the whole story, O slayer of demon Tripura, it is very strange that the sage should have fallen prey to delusion,

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Hark, O Girija

 Jai Sri Ram,

Hark, O Girija, The Vedas, and the Tantras have sung numerous charming sinless exploits of Sri Hari, The cause of Sri Hari's descent cannot be precisely stated, listen, O sensible Lady, Rama is beyond the grasp of intellect, mind, and speech, such is my conviction,

 Yet, O charming Lady, I tell you the reason as I understand it and even the saints and sages, the Vedas and the Puranas have stated according to their intellectual level, whenever Brahman, cows, gods, and the earth itself are in trouble, the gracious Lord Assumes various forms and relieves the distress of the virtuous, Killing the demons, he reinstates the gods, preserves the bounds of propriety fixed by the Vedas, which represents his own breath and defuses his immaculate glory throughout the world, this is the motive of Sri Rama's descent, 

Singing this glory, the devotees cross the ocean of mundane existence, it is for the sake of his devotees that the compassionate lord bodies forth, the motives of Sri Rama's birth are many, each more wonderful than the other, I will refer to one or two such births at some length, please listen attentively, Sri Hari Has two gatekeepers Jaya and Vijaya, due to the curse of Brahmans, that Sankadik, both were born in the accursed species of demons, One that Hirankasipu and other Hiranaksa, both of them come out victorious in battle, the lord assumed the form of a boar in order to kill one of the two brothers, while bodying himself forth as a man-lion, he killed the other and spread the fair renown of his devotee Prahlada, Hiranyakasipu son,

It is these two brothers born again as the powerful and most valiant demons Ravana and Kumbhakarana, who were great warriors and as all the world knows conquered even gods, 

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most charming and sanctifying story of his descent

 Jai Sri Ram,

Now that I have listened to your words which were refreshing as moonbeams, my ignorance, like the feverish healing of the autumnal sunshine, has faded away, you have removed my all doubts, O gracious Lord, and the reality of Rama has been revealed to me, by your grace, my gloom has been lifted and I feel Happy now, 

Regarding me as your slave, even though I am a woman ignorant and stupid by nature, answer my former question, if you are pleased with me, Rama, I understand, is no other than indestructible Brahma, who is consciousness itself and who, though bereft of all, yet dwells in the heart of all, why did he takes the form of a human being, explain me, Hearing Uma's most polite words, and seeing unadulterated love for the story of Sri Rama, the all-merciful and all wise Sankara, the destroyer of cupid, was glad at heart and extolling Uma in so many ways, Said,

Hear the blessed story of the Holy Rama, which was narrated at length by the Sage Bhusandi to the king of birds Garuda, I shall tell you later on how that great dialogue took place,

First listen to the most charming and sanctifying story of his descent, the virtues, and forms of Sri Hari are unlimited, innumerable, and immeasurable, yet I proceed to tell them according to the best of my intellectual capacity, listen, Uma, with reverence,

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nectar of love

 Jai Sri Ram,

When I behold any creature dying in the holy city Kashi, it is by the power of his name that I rid of all sorrow, liberate it, He is my Lord, the chief of Raghus, the sovereign of all creation, animate as well as inanimate, the witness of all heart, if men repeat his name even in a helpless state, sin committed by them in series of previous births are burnt away,

While those who devotedly remember him are able to cross the ocean of mundane existence as if it were a mere hollow made by the hoof of a cow, Rama is no other than a supreme spirit, Bhavani your assertion that he is a subject to delusion is wholly unwarranted,

The amount a man harbors such a doubt in his mind, his wisdom, dispassion, and all other virtues bid adieu to him, when Parvati heard Shiva's illuminating words, the whole structure of her sophistry collapsed, attachments and devotion to the feet of the Lord of Raghus sprang in her heart and her shocking incredulity disappeared,

Clasping the lotus feet of her lord, again and again, joining palms Parvati spoke the following fine words, steeping them as they were in the nectar of love,

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DIVINE RAMA

 Jai Sri Ram,

In a like manner in this world of matter superimposed on Sri Hari, though unreal, it gives us pain nonetheless, just as if a man's head is cut off in a dream, he is not rid of the pain until he wakes, Girija, 

He whose graces wipe out such delusion is none else than the benevolent Lord of Raghus, nobody has been able to discover his beginning or end, basing their conclusions on speculation the Vedas have described him in the following fords, 

HE WALKS WITHOUT FEET-HEAR WITHOUT EARS-PERFORMS ACTIONS OF VARIOUS KINDS WITHOUT HANDS, ENJOYS ALL TASTES WITHOUT PALATE AND A CLEAVER SPEAKER EVEN THOUGH DEVOID OF SPEECH, HE TOUCHES WITHOUT BODY, SEES WITHOUT EYES, AND CATCHES ALL ODOURS WITHOUT A NOSE, His ways are thus supernatural in every respect and his glory is beyond description,

He who is thus extolled by the Vedas and men of wisdom and whom the sages love to contemplate is no other than DIVINE RAMA, son of Dasaratha, the lord of Ayodhya, the friend of his devotees, 

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Fools do not perceive their own error

 Jai Sri Ram,

Fools do not perceive their own error, on the other hand, those stupid creatures attribute infatuation to the Lord, just as on seeing the sky covered with clouds, men of unsound judgment declare that the sun has been screened by the clouds, 

To him who sees the finger stuck into his eyes, the moon appears as doubled, Uma infatuation is attributed to Rama in the same way as the darkness, smoke or dust appears in the sky, the object of senses, the senses, and their presiding deities as well as the jiva that embodied soul, all these derive their illumination one from other,

That is to say, the objects are illumined by the senses, the senses are illumined by their presiding deities, and the deities presiding over the senses are illumined by the conscious self, the supreme illuminator of all is the eternal Rama, King of Ayodhya, the world of matter is the object of illumination, while Rama is the illuminator, he is the lord of Maya and the abode of wisdom and virtues,

It is due to his reality that even unconscious matter appears as real through ignorance, just as the shell is mistaken for silver and the mirage for water even though the appearance is false at all times in the past present, and future, nobody can dispel this delusion,

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My master

 Jai Sri Ram,

There is no difference between qualified divinity and the unqualified Brahma, so declare the sages and men of wisdom, the Vedas and the Puranas, that which is attributeless and formless, imperceptible and unborn, becomes qualified under the influence of the devotee's love,

How can the absolute become qualified, in the same way as water and the hailstone are none different in substance, infatuation is out of the question for him whose very name is like the sun to the darkness of error, Sri Rama, who is truth, consciousness and bliss combined is like a sun, the night of ignorance cannot subsist in him even to the smallest degree,

He is the Lord whose very being is light, there is no dawn of understanding in his case, joy and grief, knowledge, and ignorance, egotism and pride, these are the characteristics of a Jiva, Sri Rama is the all-pervading Brahma, He is supreme bliss personified, the highest lord and the most ancient being, the whole world knows it,

He who is universally known as the spirit, the fount of light, manifest in all forms and is the lord of life as well as of matter, that jewel of Raghu's line is my master, so saying Shiva bowed his head to him, 

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difference between truth and falsehood

 Jai Sri Ram,

Such words are spoken and heard by those vile men alone who are possessed by the devil of infatuation, are impious and averse to the feet of Sri Hari, and know no difference between truth and falsehood, foolish ignorant and blind watches, the mirror of whos heart is clouded by the film of sensuality, lecherous, deceitful perverse, 

Who has never seen an assembly of holy men even in a dream and who have no sense of gain and loss, They alone make statements that are repugnant to the Vedas, the mirror of their heart is soiled and they have no eyes to see, how then, can those wretches souls beholds the beauty of Rama, 

For those who have no knowledge either of the unqualified Brahma or of qualified divinity, who indulge in fantastic utterances of various kinds And who spin around in this world under the influence of Sri Hari deluded potency, no assertion is too absurd to make, those who are delirious or mad, 

Those who are possessed and those who are inebriated do not talk sense none should give ear to the ravings of those who have drunk the wine of infatuation, Thus assured in your heart, discard all doubts and adore Sri Rama's feet, O daughter of the mountain king, hear my word, which is sunbeams as it were for the darkness or error,

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The story of Rama

 Jai Sri Ram,

The story of Rama is the lovely clap of the hand palms, which scares away the birds of doubt, even so, the story of the drama is an axe to the tree of Kaliyuga, listen to it with reverence, O daughter of the mountain king,

The Charming names of Sri Rama, as well as his virtues, stories, births, and deeds, have been declared by the Vedas to be beyond numbers, as there is no end to the divine Rama, even so, is stories, glory, and virtues are also endless, 

Yet, seeing your great love, I will tell them even as I have heard of them to the best of my intellectual capacity, Uma, your inquiries are naturally winning and delightful and such as are approved of by the saints, as for my self I am particularly pleased to hear them,

But there was one thing, Bhavani, which I did not like, although you uttered it under a spell of delusion, you suggested that the Rama whom the Vedas extol and on whom the sages contemplate is someone else,

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cow of plenty

 Jai Sri Ram,

By the blessing of Rama, O Parvati, not even in a dream can grief, infatuation, doubt or error enter your mind, so far as I can judge, yet you have expressed the same old doubts again, 

So that all those who repeat or hear this account may be benefited thereby, the ear of those who have never heard the stories of Sri Hari are no better than the snake holes, and eyes of those who have not blessed them with the sight of Saints are as good as the sham eyes on a peacock's tail, the head that not bow at the soles of Sri Hari or of one's preceptor is just like bitter pumpkins, 

Those who have not cherished in their heart the spirit of devotion to Sri Hari are as good as dead, though living, the tongue that does not sing the praise of Rama is just like the tong of frog, the heart which does not rejoice to hear the tales of Sri Hari is hard as adamant and cruel indeed, hear of Girija, the exploit of Sri Rama, which proves beneficial to the gods and mystify the demons, 

Like the cow of plenty, the story of Rama bestows all blessings on those who devote themselves to it, and the assemblages of saints are various abodes of gods, knowing this, who would listen to it,  

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Shiva was lost in the ecstasy of meditation

 Jai Sri Ram,

Shiva was glad at heart to hear these questions of Uma, naturally pleasing and guileless as they were, all the exploits of Rama flashed in his mind, and the hair on his body bristled with rapture and his eyes filled with tears, the figure of Sri Rama was reflected on the mirror of his heart, this brought immense joy to Shiva, who is an embodiment of supreme bliss, 

For an hour or so Shiva was lost in the ecstasy of meditation, he then recovered himself and thereafter began joyfully to tell the story of Rama, Due to a lack of knowledge about Rama, even the unreal passes for real, just as ignorance about ope leads to mistake it for the snake, even so, the moment we know him the world of matter vanishes, just as the delusion of a dream disappears as soon as wake up, 

Him do I reverence in the form of a child, the repetition of whose name brings all kinds of success within our easy reach, may that home of bliss and bane or woe take compassion on me, he who sports in the courtyard of king Dasaratha, after thus paying homage to Rama, the slayer of the demon Tripura joyfully spoke in mellifluous accents as follows, you are indeed blessed and worthy of applause, 

O daughter of the mountain king, there is no such benefactor as you, you asked me to repeat the history of lord Rama, who is potent enough to sanctify all the spheres even as the Ganga purifies the whole world, you are full of love for the feet of Rama, you have put questions to me only with an eye to the good of the world,

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charming exploits of his childhood

 Jai Sri Ram,

First, tell me after a mature thought that makes the unqualified Brahma assumes a qualified form, then, my lord, relate the story of Sri Rama's descent, and tell me the charming exploits of his childhood, then let me know how he wedded Sita, and fault for which he renounces his father's kingdom, 

Then describe the innumerable deeds performed by him while he lived in the forest, and further tell me, my lord, how he killed Ravana, then relate, O blissful Sankara, all the numerous sports that were enacted by him after his coronation, 

Thereafter relate the gracious Lord, the miracle wrought by Rama, how that jewel of Raghus's line proceeded to his divine abode along with his subjects, then expounded my lord, the truth in the realization of which enlightened sages remain absorbed, and thereafter discuss in details the conceptions of devotion, Jnana or knowledge of the formless absolute, 

Vijnana or the knowledge of qualified Divinity with and without form and dispassion, over and above this, O Lord of purest understanding reavels to me the many other mysteries connected to Rama, and if there be anything which I have committed to asking, do not keep it back, my gracious Lord, you are the preceptor of all the three spheres, so declare the Vedas, what can other poor creature know, 

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Be gracious to me

 Jai Sri Ram,

In the wood, in my previous birth, I witnessed Sri Rama's glory, although I was too awestricken to tell you, yet my mind was so impure that I did not understand and I reaped a good return for my folly, some doubts still linger in my mind,

Be gracious to me, I implore you with joined palms, Lord, You instructed me then in ways more than one, yet I did not understand, do not allow this thought to anger you, I have no such delusion now, I find developed in me a taste for hearing the story of Rama,

Recount the sacred virtues of Sri Rama, O Lord of immortals, having the serpent king for an ornament, placing my head on the ground I adore your feet and entreat you with joined palms to recount the unsullied glory of the chief of Raghus, giving in substance the conclusion of the revealed texts that Vedas on the subjects,

Though I am a woman I am not qualified to hear it, I am your servant in thought word, and deed, Saints do not withhold even an esoteric truth wherever they find a man distressed, be gracious enough to narrate the story of Rama,

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suffering born of want

 Jai Sri Ram,

O blissful Lord, if you are pleased with me and know me to be your faithful servant, then, my master, disperse my ignorance by repeating to me the various stories of the lord of Raghus, why should he who has his abode beneath a wish yielding tree undergo the suffering born of want,

Bearing this in mind, O lord with the crescent on the forehead, dispel the great confusion of my mind, O Lord, the sages who discoursed on the supreme reality speak of Rama as the Brahma who has no beginning, Sesa and Sarada, as well as the Vedas and the Puranas, all sing the praise of Raghus, 

You too, O subdued of love, reverently repeat the word RAMA night and day, is this Rama the same as the son of the king of Ayodhya or some other unborn, unqualified and imperceptible being, if a king's son, how could he be Brahma that Infinite, and if he were Brahma, how could his mind get unhinged by the loss of his wife,

When I see the acts on one hand and hear his glory on the other, my mind gets utterly confused, if my lord, there is any other desireless, all-pervading, and all-powerful Brahma, instruct me about the same, be not angry at my folly, but take steps to wipe out my ignorance,

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Mine of beauty

  Jai Sri Ram,

With his twisted coils of hair for a crown and the celestial stream that Ganga adorning his head, eyes as big ad a pair of lotuses, throat dark with poison, and with the crescent shining on his brow, Shiva looked like a veritable mine of beauty,

Seated there, the destroyer of cupid looked like an incarnation of the sentient of quietism, finding it a good opportunity, Mother Bhavani called on Shambhu, in recognition of her wifely love lord Hara showed her great courtesy and assigned her a seat on his left, 

Parvati gladly sat down beside Shiva and recalled her history of her before, Uma smilingly spoke to him, seeking to elicit from her lord the story which is profitable to the whole world, O lord of the universe, your glory is known to all the three spheres, animate and inanimate beings, Nagas, men and gods, all do homage to your lotus feet,

My Lord you are all-powerful, all-wise, and all-blissful, you are  a repository of all arts and virtues and a storehouse of Yoga, wisdom, and dispassion, your name is wish yielding tree as it were to the suppliant, 

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Banyan Tree that ever young and charming during all seasons

 Jai Sri Ram,

Those who have their faces turned away from Hari and Hara and have no love for Righteousness cannot even dream of going there, on the summit of that mountain exists a huge banyan tree, which is ever young and charming during all seasons, 

Fanned by cool, soft, and fragrant breeze, its shade is very refreshing, is the favorite resort of Shiva, once upon a time, Lord betook himself beneath the tree and was much gladdened at heart to see it,

Spreading the tigerskin on the ground with his own hands, Shiva sat down casually, his body fair in hue as the jasmine, the moon, and the conch shell, arms of inordinate length, a hermit's covering, consisting of the bark of trees, wrapped around his loins,

His feet resembled a pair of fu; blow red lotus and their toenails shedding a luster that dispelled the darkness of the devotees' hearts, serpents, and ashes serving as ornaments of Shiva, his countenance eclipsing the splendor even of the autumnal full moon,

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most charming and the best is Kailasha

 Jai Sri Ram,

Nevertheless, fixing my thoughts on the lord who wields a bow in his hand and is lord of speech, I repeat the tale as I have heard it,

Sri Rama is the inner ruler of all, the master of puppet shows, and holds the strings in his hands when he blesses a poet knowing to be a devotee, To him the benevolent lord of Raghus, I bow and commence the recital of his fair virtues, 

Of all mountains, the most charming and the best is Kailasha, where Shiva and Uma eternally dwell,

Host of Siddhas that adepts, ascetics, and Yogi's mystics as well as gods, Kinnaras, and sages, all lucky souls, reside there and adore Shiva, the root of all joys, 

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Sri Ekadasi Today

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Ekadasi today, Sri Ekadasi is a composite chapter that relates the truth of the soul in context with reality,

Saints and sages of Era and ages were great thinkers and embodiments of penance and austerity and they proclaimed Ekadasi as a defined chapter for the soul to revamp and relocate in truth with eternity in cord with self and ether,

Higher emotions and lofty aspirations pave into self through adoration of the day in cult with,

A man may analyze and experience the truth of the day through respective discipline, body and mind find suitable oriented at the self that pivoted to the ether cord through the respective discipline of the day, a truth that ensures safe passage,

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recounting of the deed of Shiva

 Jai Sri Ram,

Having begun the recounting of the deed of Shiva, I have come to know the secret,

You are indeed a faithful servant of Rama, free from all impurities,

I have come to know your virtues and disposition. listen, therefore, while I narrate the story of Lord Raghus.

O sage, I cannot say how glad I am at this meeting with you today, o Lord of sages, the exploits of Sri Rama are much beyond measure even a thousand million Sesas, cannot recount them,

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pledge of answering fidelity

 Jai Sri Ram,

Those who do not love Shiva's lotus feet cannot even dream of pleasing Rama, 

Who is faithful to Raghu as Shiva, who renounced a sinless wife like Sati,

And demonstrated ideal devotion to Rama through his pledge of answering fidelity,

Brother, whom does Rama hold so dear as Shiva,

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O great Sage

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sage Bharadwaj was much delighted to hear the sweet and charming story of Sanbhu's deeds. 

His passion for hearing the story grew to be inordinate, 

Tears rushed to his eyes and the hair on his body bristled with joy,

Overwhelmed with emotion he could not utter a word, the enlightened sage Yajnavlakya was delighted to see his condition, blessed indeed is your birth, O great Sage, he said, to you the lord of Gauri is dear as life,

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Jai Sri Ganesha,

 Jai Sri Ram,

Time to worship Lord Ganesha that worshipped by all for different reasons to regain eternal wealth,

Time to recall the gracious truth of Lord Ganesha irrespective of the unwanted hassle of the journey,

Time to reach out to make it for favors from the lotus feet of Lord Ganesha,

Time to stimulate self to revere the lotus feet of most Lord Ganesha, obeisance to Lord, revere your lotus feet with all faith and reverence, 

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Obeisance to you Mother

 

wedding of Uma and Sambhu

 Jai Sri Ram,

Men and women who narrate or sing this story of the wedding of Uma and Sambhu shall ever rejoice in their auspicious undertaking as well as during festive occasions such as weddings etc,

Obeisance to Lord Shiva, the embodiment of compassion,

Obeisance to Mother Gauri, the legend of compassion,

Revere the lotus feet of Lord Shiva and Mother Gauri with all faith and reverence,

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wedding of Uma and Sambhu

 Jai Sri Ram,

Men and women who narrate or sing this story,

Story of the wedding of Uma and Sambhu shall ever rejoice,

Rejoice in their auspicious undertaking, 

As well as during festive occasions such as weddings etc, 

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wedding of Uma and Sambhu

 Jai Sri Ram,

Men and women who narrate or sing this story of the wedding of Uma and Sambhu shall ever rejoice in their auspicious undertaking as well as during festive occasions such as weddings etc,

The exploits of Girija's Lord are illimitable like the ocean,

Even the Vedas cannot reach their end,

Then, how, Tulsidasa, succeeds in describing them, 

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wedding of Uma and Sambhu

 Jai Sri Ram,

The mountain king returned home at once and summoned all other mountains and lakes, Himvan greeted them with due attention, gifts, polite words, and great honor and allowed them to depart,

No sooner had Sambu and Bhavani reached Kailash,

Then all the gods return to their respective realms, 

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All the divinities delightfully rained flowers

 Jai Sri Ram,

All the divinities delightfully rained flowers and kettledrums produced a charming sound in heaven,

Himavan then accompanied Shiva in order to escort him with great affection,

Shiva, however, sent him back, consoling him in various ways, 

The mountain king returned home at once and summoned all other mountains and lakes, Himvan greeted them with due attention, gifts, polite words, and great honor and allowed them to depart,

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Mount Kailash with Uma

 Jai Sri Ram,

She often turned back to have a look at her mother,

Her girl companions then took her to Shiva, 

Having gratified all beggars,

Sankara proceeded to his home Mount Kailash with Uma, 

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Obeisance to you Mother

 

everyone uttered appropriate blessings to her

 Jai Sri Ram,

Her supreme Love was beyond all words,

Bidding adieu to all the ladies, Bhavani ran and clung to her mother's breast once more,

Taking leave of her mother once more, 

Bhavani departed, and everyone uttered appropriate blessings to her,

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