Sri Ekadasi today

 Jai Sri Ram

Sri Ekadasi today,

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Hare Rama

 Jai Sri Ram

Seeing you equipped with an axe, arrows, and bows, the boy took you for a champion and got excited, although he knew you by name, he did not recognize you in person, and answered you according to his lineage,

If you had come as a sage, the child, O holy sir, would have placed the dust of your feet on his head, forgive the error which did not know you, a Brahman should have plenty of mercy in his heart,

What comparison, my lord, can there be between you and me, tell me if any affinity between head and feet, mine is a small name, Rama, 

Yours is a Long one with Parshu-prifined to Rama, 

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श्री राम नवमी

  Jai Sri Ram,

श्री राम नवमी 

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duel between the master and his servant

 Jai Sri Ram,

It is with your connivance that your brother addressed such pungent words to me, while you make false entreaties with joined palms, either give me satisfaction in combat or forswear your name Rama, give battle to me,  O enemy of Shiva, without taking recourse to any willy trick, 

Or else, I will dispatch you and your brother both, While the Parshurama thus raved with his axe, Sri Rama smiled within Himself bowing his head to the sage, while the fault is Laxman's, the sage's wrath is against me, sometimes meekness too begets much evil, a crook man is revered by all,

The crescent moon is not devoured by the demon Rahu, Said Rama, cease from wrath, O lord of Sages, the axe is in your hand, my head is before you do that, my lord, which may pacify your anger, know me to be your servant, 

How can there be any duel between the master and his servant, give up your anger, O great Brahman, it is only because he saw you in the garb of a warrior that the boy said something to you and he cannot be blamed for it,

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Parshurama spoke to Rama

 Jai Sri Ram,

My hand moves not, though passion consumes my breast, while this axe, which has slain kins without numbers, has gone blunt, fate has turned against me, and that is why I find my nature changed, otherwise compassion at any time is unknown to my heart, 

My tenderness of feeling has imposed on me a severe strain today, on hearing this the son of Sumitra bowed his head with a smile, the breeze of your benevolence is so befitting your frame, the words you speak appear as though blossoms drop from a tree, 

O revered Sir when compassion sets your whole frame as fire, God help you when you are angry, look here, Janaka, this stupid boy in his perversity intends to migrate to the region of death, why not put him out of my sight, though small to look at, the princeling is yet so wicked, Laxman smilingly said to himself, shut your eyes and the whole world will vanish out of your sight,

Then Parshurama spoke to Rama, his heart boiling with rage, having broken Sambu bow, O wretch, do you teach me,

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my wrath is ineffectual

 Jai Sri Ram,

Joining both his palms together and speaking in the most humble gentle and placid tones Sri Rama Said, I pray you, my lord wise as well are by nature, pray not to heed to the words of the child a warp and a child have the same disposition,

Saints never find fault with them, besides, the boy has done to you no harm, it is I, my lord, who has offended you, therefore, your reverence, deal to me as your servant whatsoever you please, whether it be a favor or frown, death or captivity, tell me quickly the means, 

Said the sage hos can my passion be pacified, O Rama, when your younger brother is still looking mischievously at me, so long as I do not cut his throat with my axe, my wrath is ineffectual, 

At the very news of the cruel doings of my axe, the consorts of kings miscarry, to think that having the same axe still at my service, I should see this princeling, my enemy, alive,

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petulance of speech

 Jai Sri Ram,

I am your servant, O chief of sages, put your wrath, and show mercy upon me, anger will not mend the broken bow, ray sit down, your legs must be aching if you are very fond of it, let us devise some means to mend it by calling some expert,

Janaka was frightened at Laxmana's words and said, Pray be quiet, it is not good to transgress the limits of propriety, the people of this city trembled like leaves, they said to themselves, the younger prince is really very naughty, as the chief of Braghu's heard the fearless words of Laxman,

His body burnt with rage and his strength diminished, in a condescending manner he said to Rama, I am sparing the boy because I know he is your brother, so far without and foul within, he resembles a jar of good full of poison, 

At this Laxman laughed, but Rama cast an angry look on him, therefore, putting away all petulance of speech he submissively went up to guru,

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misanthropic activities

 Jai Sri Ram,

My Lord, have compassion on the child, and wreak not your wrath on this guileless youngster if he had any idea of your might, how could he be so foolish as to front you, if children play some pranks, their teachers and parents are in raptures at it, therefore, take pity on him, knowing him to be a child and your servant,

For you are an even-minded, good-tempered, forbearing, and illumined anchorite, On hearing Sri Rama's word Parshurama called down a little, but uttering something Laxman smiled again, seeing him smile, Parshuram, flushed all over with rage, and said, 

Rama your brother is too wicked, though fair of hue, he is black at heart, he has deadly poison, and nor does this vile imp regard me as the very image of death, 

Laxman smilingly said, listen, holy sir, passion is the root of sin, swayed by if men perpetrate unseemly acts and indulge in misanthropic activities,

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O good Sage

 Jai Sri Ram,

Said Laxman, is there anyone, O good Sage, who is not aware of your gentle disposition, so well known throughout the world, you have fully paid the debt owned to your parents, the only debt now remains to be paid by you owe to your Guru,

And that has been vexing your mind not a little, it looks as if you had incurred the debt on your account, and since a considerable time has now elapsed a heavy interest has accumulated thereupon, now you get the creditor here and I will at once repay him from the purse, hearing these sarcastic remarks Parshurama grasped his axe and the whole assembly cried,

O chief of Braghu's you are still threatening me with your axe, but I am sparing you because I hold you to be a Brahman, O enemy of princes, you have never met the champion staunch in the fight, you have grown important in your own little home, O holy brahman, everyone exclaimed this a wholly undesirable, the lord of Ragus now backed Laxman stop,

Perceiving the flames of Parshurama's passion grow with the pouring of oblation in the form of Laxmana's rejoinder, the sun of Raghus' race spoke words like water,

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sugar extracted from a sugar cane

 Jai Sri Ram,

You seem to have died at your back and call and summon him again and again for my sake, hearing Laxmana's harsh words Parshurama closed his hand upon his terrible axe, after this no one blames me, this sharp-tongued boy deserves his death, 

I have spared him long on his account of his being a child, he is now surely going to die, said  Visvamitra, Pard his offense, holy men take no notice of the merits and demerits of a child, a sharp edge is my axe while I am pitless and famous, and here stand before me ab offender and an enemy of my Guru, 

Even though he gives a resort, I spare his life solely out of regard for you, O Vishamitra, or else hacking him to pieces with this cruel axe, I would have easily repaid the debt I have owned to my Guru, 

Said Visvamitra smiling within himself, everything looks green to the sage, it is, however, the steel sword that he is faced with and not with sugar extracted from a sugar cane, it is pity that he does not understand and still persists in his ignorance,

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Listen, O Vishvamitra,

 Jai Sri Ram,

Listen, O Vishvamitra, this boy is stupid and perverse as in the grip of death himself and will bring destruction on his whole family, a dark spot on the moon-like solar race, he is utterly unruly, senseless, and reckless, the very next moment he shall find himself in the jaws of death, I proclaim it at the top of my voice and none should blame me for it,

Forbid him if you save him, telling him of my glory, might, and fury, said Laxmana, holy sir, so long you live who else can expatriate on your glory, with your own lips you have recounted your exploits in diverse ways more than once if you are not yet satisfied, 

Tell us something more, do not undergo a severe trial by putting any restraint upon your anger, you have assumed the role of a hero, and are  resolute and imperturbable, it is unbecoming of you to your abuses, 

Heroes perform valiant deeds in the fight but never indulge in self-advertisement, finding before them a foe in battle, it is cowards who boast of their own glory,

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Pardon me

 Jai Sri Ram,

Laxman smilingly retorted in a mild tone, the great sage considers himself an extraordinary warrior, he flaunts his axe before me again and again, as if he would blow away a mountain with a mere puff of breath, 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 a bow and arrows that I spoke with some pride, now that I understood you are a descendant of Bhrigu and perceive a sacred thread on your person, I surpassed my anger and put up with whatever you say, in our daily valor is never shown against gods, the Brahmans, devotees of Sri Hari and the cow, 

For by killing of these, we incur sin while a defeat at their hands will bring disrepute on us, we should throw ourselves at your feet even if you strike us, even word of yours is as incisive as millions of thunderbolts, the bow and arrows and the axe are, therefore, an unnecessary burden to you, 

Pardon me, O great and illuminated hermit, if I have said anything unseemly at the sight of your weapons, hearing this, the jewel of Bhrigu's race rejoined in a deep voice,

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exterminated unborn offspring in the womb,

 Jai Sri Ram,

Said Laxmana with a smile, listen, holy sir, to my mind all bows are alike, what gain and loss can there be in breaking a worn-out bow, Sri Rama mistook it for a new one and at his very touch it broke into two, Rama not to blame for it either,

Why be then so angry, revered sir, for no cause, casting a glance at his axe, Parshurama replied, O foolish child, have you ever heard of my temper, I slay you not because, as I say, you are a child yet, do you take me for a mere anchorite, O dullard, I have been a celibate from my very boyhood, but also an irascible one,

And I am known throughout the world as a sworn enemy of the Kshatriya race, by the might of my arms I made the earth kingless and bestowed it time after time upon the Brahmans, look at this axe, which is lopped off the arms of Sahastrabahu, O youthful prince,

Do not bring woe to your parents, O princely lad, my most cruel axe has exterminated unborn offspring in the womb,

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Listen, O Rama

  Jai Sri Ram,

My Lord, it must be someone of your servants who have broken the bow of Shiva, what is your command, why not tell me, all this the furious sage was all the more incensed and said, A servant is he who does service, having played the role of an enemy and said,

One should give battle, Listen, O Rama, whoever has broken Shiva's bow is my enemy no less than the thousand armed Katavirya, let him stand apart, leaving this assembly, or else every one of these kings shall be slain, hearing the Sages words, 

Laxman smiled and said insulting Purshurama, I have broken many a small bow in my childhood, but you never grew so angry, my lord, why should you be so fond of this particular bow, At this, the chief of Bhirgu's race burst out in a furry,

O young prince, being in the grip of death you have no control over your speech, would you compare it to a small bow the mighty bow of shiva, that is known throughout the world,

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Sri Ekadasi today

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Ekadasi today, indeed a day to thank God for giving us this privilege to expedite self in truth with cause favorable,

Not just a day for Sri Vishnu Pad Puja, this is just an aspect of the day, the day itself is an embodiment of infinity in self to help the spirit for self-evolution to match,

 A fair attempt to reach out in cult of the day through varying chapters available may truly help one to make it suitable,

A Most simple day with the truth of simplicity which may help simply the aspirants to reach the toughest chapter of the journey simply with all ease through the mild application of self in truth with the discipline of the day,

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gods, sages and Nagas

 Jai Sri Ram,

Janaka Narrated to him the whole history, mentioning what had brought all the king there, on hearing this reply Parshrama 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 words,

Tell me, O stupid Janaka, who has broken the bow, show him at once, or this day I will overthrow the whole tract of land over which your dominion extends, in his excess of fear, the king would make no answer, and wicked kings were glad at heart,

gods, sages and Nagas, and the people of the city were all filled with anxiety, their hearts were much agitated, Sita's mother lamented within herself, Saying, Alas, God has undone an accomplished fact, when Sita heard of Parshurama's temperament, even half a moment passed to her like a whole lifetime of the universe,

When the Hero of Raghus' race saw everyone seized and perceived Janali's anxiety, he interposed, there was neither joy nor sorrow in his heart,

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frightful figure of Parshurama

 Jai Sri Ram,

Beholding the frightful figure of Parshurama the kings all rose in consternation, and mentioning his own as well as his father's name, such fell prostrate on the ground before him, even he is on whom Parsurama cast a friendly look in a natural way throught the sands of his life had run out,

Then Came Janaka bows his head, and 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 the other ladies were,

Next came Visvamitra who meet him and placed the two brothers on his feet, saying that they were king Dasaratha's sons, Rama and Laxmana by name, seeing the well-matched pair, he blessed them, his eyes riveted on Sri Rama's incomparable beauty, which would humble the pride of cupid, 

Then he looked around, and though knowing everything, he asked Videha, like one 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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arrived the sage Parasurama

 Jai Sri Ram,

Seeing the uproar the women in the city were all distressed and joined the princes, the very moment arrived the sage Parasurama, the very sun to the lotus-like race to the Bhragu, led by the news of the breaking of the bow, at his very sight the kings all cowered down even as a Quall would shrink beneath the swoop of a hawk, 

A coat of ashes looked charming on his fair body, his broad forehead was adorned with a Tripunda, 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 the impression that he was enraged, he had well-built shoulders like those of a bull,

And with a broad chest and long arms, adorned with beautiful scared thread, rosary, and deerskin, with an anchorite's coverings about his loins and a pair of quivers fastened by his side, he held a bow and arrows in his hands and an axe upon his fair shoulder,

Though saintly in attire, he had a cruel record of deeds, his character, therefore, defied description, it looked as if the heroic sentiment had taken the form of a hermit and arrived where the kings had assembled,

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fiery eyes

 Jai Sri Ram,

As a crow should seek an offering set apart for Garuda, as a rabbit should covet the share of a lion, as a man who is angry without any cause should expect happiness, as an enemy of Shiva should crave riches of all kinds, as a greedy and covetous man should long for good fame and the gallant should aspire to be free from scandal, 

And one who averse of Sri Hari should hanker after the highest destiny, Your longing O princes for Sita is in the same category, when Sita heard the tumult, she got afraid and her companions took her to the queen, while Sri Rama advanced to his Guru, 

Easy in mind and inwardly praising her affection, the queens as well as Sita were filled with anxiety and wondered what Providence had in store for them, on hearing the words of the princes Laxmana looked and thither for fear of Rama, however, he could not speak,

With fiery eyes and knitted brows he cast an angry look at the kings, as though at the sight of a herd of wild elephants in rut, a lion's whelp were eager to pounce on them,

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feast your eyes upon Rama

 Jai Sri Ram,

Then, as they looked on Sita, a few princes were filled with longing for her, those wicked, degenerate fools grew indignant, rising from their seats one after another and donning their armor the wretches began to brag about, someone said, CARRY OFF SITA BY FORCE and capturing the two princes hold them in bondage,

No purpose will be served by barely breaking the bow, for who shall marry the princes while we still live, should Janaka come forward to help them, rout him in battle along with the two brothers, when the good kings heard these words, they said, 

Shame itself feels shy in approaching this assembly of princes, your might, glory, valor, fame, and honor have been shattered along with the bow, it is the same valor of which you are boasting, or have you since  acquired it anew from somewhere else, 

It is because such is your mind that God has blackened your face. giving up jealousy, arrogance, and anger, therefore, feast your eyes upon Rama, and knowing Lazmana's wrath to be a blazing fire, do not allow yourself to be consumed by it like a moth,

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Sage Gautama's wife, Ahilya

 Jai Sri Ram,

There was music both in the city and in the heavens, while the wicked were downcast, the virtuous beamed with joy, gods, kinnaras, men, Nagas, and the great sages uttered blessings with shouts of victory, celestial dames danced and sang and handfuls of flowers were showered, 

Here and there the Brahmans recited the Vedas, while panegyrists sand praises, the glad tidings spread throughout the world, 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 around the pair in order to ward off evil, and regardless of their means they scattered gifts in profusion as an act of invocation of divine blessings on the couple,

The pair of Sri Rama and Sita shone as of beauty and the sentiment of love had met together in human form, her companions urged her, Sita clasp your lord's feet but Sita was too much afraid to touch his feet,

Remembering the fate of 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,

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rising of the sun

 Jai Sri Ram,

Midst of her companions Sita shone as a personification of the supreme beauty among other embodiments of beauty, she held in one of her lotus hands the fair wreath of victory, resplended with the glory of triumph over the whole universe, while her body shrank with modesty,

Her heart was full of rupture, and her hidden love could not be perceived by others, as she drew near and beheld Sri Rama's beauty, princes Sita stood motionless as a portrait, a clever companion, who perceived her in this condition exhorted her saying,

Invest the bridegroom with the beautiful victory, at this she realized the wreath with both of her hands but was too overwhelmed with emotion to garland him, 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 around 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 the kings all shranks in confusing like Lillies at the rising of the sun,

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Talented bards, minstrels, and panegyrists

 Jai Sri Ram,

Talented bards, minstrels, and panegyrists sang praises, and 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, conches and chariots, drums and sweet-sounding kettledrums, 

Both large and small many charming instruments also played, everywhere young women sang auspicious strains the queen with her companions was much delighted, as through a withering crop of paddy had been refreshed by the shower, King Janaka was now carefree and felt gratified as if a tired swimmer had reached a shallow, 

The king countenances fall at the breaking of the bow, just as a lamp is dimmed at the dawn of the day, Sita's delight could only be compared to that of a female Cataka bird on receiving a raindrop when the sun is in the same latitude as the constellation named Svati, Laxman fixed his eyes on Rama as the young Cakora bird gazed on the moon, Satananda then Gave the word and 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, 

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The bow of Sankara

 Jai Sri Ram,

The bow of Sankara was the bark and Rama's strength of arm was the ocean to be crossed with its aid, the whole host of which we have spoken above, that had boarded the ship out of ignorance, was downed above, that had boarded the ship out of ignorance, was drowned,

The Lord tossed on the ground the two broken pieces of the bow and everyone rejoiced at the sight, Visvamitra stood as the holy ocean, full of sweet and unfathomable water of love, beholding Sri Rama's beauty, which represented the full moon, the sage felt an increasing thrill of joy, which may be compared to a rising tide in the ocean, 

Jettle drum sounded with a great noise in the heavens, celestial damsels sang and danced, Brahma and the other gods, Siddhas, and great sages praise the lord and gave him blessings raining down wraths and flowers of various colors, the Kinnars that a class of demigods, sang melodies strains,

The shouts of victory re echoed throughout the universe, and 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 Sambhu, 

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Happy Holi

Jai Sri Ram,

Last full moon of the Hindu calendar year to rejoice in the color of life in truth with the celebration, a day to rejoice eternally in love with the reality of the journey whatsoever it may be irrespective of all odds, and many more reasons to enjoin this festivities hosted by celestials on the planet,  

Wishing Very auspicious Holi,

Wishing Very Meaningful Holi,

Wishing  reckoning Holi for spirit to mark the day in lineage with Lord Vishnu to ensure his abode hereafter just through a mild application of self in colors of life, 

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SRI RAMA BROKE THE BOW IN HALVES

 Jai Sri Ram,

He found Sita greatly agitated, every moment that passed hung on her as a whole lifetime 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 the whole crop is dried up, what use repenting over once the opportunity is lost, thinking thus within himself, Rama looked at Sita and a thrilled all over to perceive her singular devotion,

He inwardly made obeisance to Visvamitra and TOOK UP THE BOW WITH GREAT AGILITY----the bow gleamed liked a flesh of lighting as he grasped it in his hand, and it appeared like a circle in the sky, no one knew when he took it in hands, string it and drew it tight, EVERYONE SAW HIM STANDING WITH THE BOW DRAWN, INSTANTLY SRI RAMA BROKE THE BOW IN HALVES, the awful crash resounded through all the spheres, 

The awful crash reached through the spheres, the horses of the sun strayed from their course, the elephants of the quarters trumpeted, the earth shook, the serpent king, the divine boar and the divine tortoise fidgeted about, gods, demons, and sages put their hands to their ears and all began anxiously to ponder the cause, but when they learned says Tulidasa, that Sri Rama had broken the bow, they uttered shouts of VICTORY,

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be ready,

 Jai Sri Ram,

O elephant guarding cardinal points, O divine tortoise, O serpent king, and O divine boar, steadily hold the earth, that it may not shake, Sri Rama seeks to break the bow of Sankaram therefore, listen to my command and be ready,

When Rama drew near to the bow, men and women present there invoked on his behalf the help of gods as well as of their past good deeds, the doubts and ignorance of all who had assembled there, the arrogance of the foolish kings, the proud pretensions of Parasurama,

The apprehension of gods and great sages, the distress of Sita, king Janaka's remorse, and the fire of the queen's terrible agony, all these boarded together the great bark of Sambhu's bow, with whose help they sought to cross the boundless ocean of Sri Rama's strength of 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 sita and perceived Her in deep distress, 

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WILL MAKE ME SRI RAMA's BONDSLAVE

 Jai Sri Ram, 

Held captive within her lotus-like mouth her bee-like speech refused to stir out for fear of the night of modesty, tears remained confined within the corner of her eyes, just as the gold of a stingy miser remains buried in a nook of his house,

Sita felt abashed when she perceived her great agitation of mind, summoning up courage in her heart, therefore, she confidently said to herself, IF I AM TRUE TO MY VOW IN THOUGHT, WORD, and DEED, and if my mind is really attached to the lotus feet of Sri Rama, I AM SURE GOD, who dwells in the heart of all, WILL MAKE ME SRI RAMA's BONDSLAVE,

FOR ONE GET UNITED WITHOUT DOUBT WITH HIM FOR WHOM ONE CHRISH TRUE LOVE, casting a glance at the lord she resolved to love him even at the cost of her life, the embodiment of compassion, understood it all, looking at Sita He glanced at the bow as the Garuda would gaze on a poor little snake,

When Laxmana perceived that the jewel of Raghus's race had cast a glance at the bow of Hara, the hair on his body stood erect and he uttered the following words pressing the crust of the earth under his foot,,

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feasted her eyes to their fill

 Jai Sri Ram,

She feasted 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 Herself, Alias, my father has made a terrible resolve having no regard for good and evil consequences,

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 his side stands the bow harder than adamant, on the other side we find that dark complexioned prince of the delicate frame and tender age,

How then O god, can I maintain the balance of my mind, is a diamond ever pierced with the pointed end of a Sirisa flower, sense of the whole assembly has become dull, hence my only hope now lies on you, O Sambhu's bow, imparting your heaviness to the assembly grow light yourself at the sight of Sri Rama,

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

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Sri Ekadasi Today

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Ekadasi today, the day to meet the true want of the soul in its reality,

It is a comprehensive divine cult for men to revamp themselves once a fortnight to check the truth of eternity and the self,

Meaningful adoration of the day in truth with respective discipline may bypass death to meet the cause eternal gracefully at that shore of life,

Favorable Vibes from the electro-magnetic flux manifest on the day from celestial cult may charm the spirit to have a fair glimpse of the self on the day with respective discipline, not just a day but an opportunity for men to make it with all ease,

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Tears of love

 Jai Sri Ram, 

Armed with a bow and arrows of flowers cupid has brought the whole universe under his subjugation, realizing this, O GOOD LADY, give up all doubt, O QUEEN, Rama will assuredly break the bow, I TELL YOU,

The queen fell reassured at these words of her companion, her despondency was gone and her love for Sri Rama grew, then, casting a glance towards Sri Rama, Sita implore with anxious heart each god in turn, inwardly prayed in a distressed state of mind, BE GRACIOUS TO ME, O GREAT LORD SHIVA, Bhavani, and reward my services by lightning the weight of the bow out of affection for me,

O god Ganesha, O bestower of boons, IT IS FOR THIS DAY THAT I HAVE ADORED YOU, listening to my repeated supplication, therefore, reduce the weight of the bow to a mere trifle, 

Gazing repeatedly at the person of Sri Rama and summoning courage Sita prayed gods, her eyes filled with tears of love and the hair on her body stood on their end, 

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Brahma Hari and Hara

 Jai Sri Ram,

Whosoever are called our friends, dear ones, are mere spectators of a show, no one urges the preceptor and tells him that the two princes are yet boys and that such insistence on his part is not desirable, 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 even lift mount Mandara, good sense has taken leave of the king, and the one does not know the dispassion of providence, dear ones, 

One of her sharp-witted companions gently replied the glorious is not to be lightly regarded, O queen what comparison is there between the sage Agastya, who was born of a Jar and the vast ocean, yet the sage drained it dry, and his good renown has spread throughout the world, the orb is so small to look at, but the moment is rises the darkness of all three worlds disappears, 

A sacred formula, indeed, is very small, although it has under its sway Brahma Hari and Hara and all other gods, A tiny goad governs the mightiest and most furious elephant,

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invoking the manes and gods and recalling their own past good deeds

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The hopes of the rival kings vanished as night and their boasts died like serried stars, the arrogant princes shriveled up like the lilies, and the false kings shranks away like owls, Sages, and gods, like the Cakravata bird were rid of their sorrow, and rained down flowers in token of their homage,

Affectionately referencing the Guru's feet Sri Rama asked leave of the holy fathers, the lord of all creation then steeped forth in his natural grace with the thread of a noble and beautiful elephant in a rut,

As Sri Rama moved ahead all men and women of the city rejoiced and thrilled all over their bodies, invoking the manes and gods and 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 if it were a lotus-like stalk, 

Lovingly gazed on Sri Rama and bidding her companions draw near, Sita's mother spoke words full of anguish out of affection, 

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UP, RAMA, break the bow

 Jai Sri Ram,

As Laksmana spoke these angry words, the earth shook and the elephants supporting the quarters tottered, the whole assembly including all the princes was struck with terror, and Sita felt delighted at heart, while Janaka Blushed,

The preceptor Vishamitra, the Lord of Raghus, and all the hermits were glad of heart and thrilled all over again, and again, With a sign Sri Rama checked Laxmana and made him sit beside him, perceiving that 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,,

The chief of Ragus rose on his elevated seat like the morning sun appearing on the eastern horizon, all the saints were delighted like so many lotuses and their eyes were glad as bees at the return of day,  

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snap it like the stalk of a mushroom,

 Jai Sri Ram,

In an assembly where any one of Raghu's race is present o one would dare speak such scandalous words as Janaka's has done, even though conscious of the presence of Sri Rama, the jewel Raghu's race, listen O delighted of Solar Race,,

I sincerely tell you, without any vain boasting, if I but have your permission, I will lift the round world like a ball and smash it like an ill-baked earthen Jar, and by the glory of your Majesty, O blessed Lord, 

I can break the mount Meru like a reddish, What then this wretched old bow, Realizing this my Lord, let me have your command and see what wonder I work, I will sting 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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Give up all hope and turn your faces homewards

 Jai Sri Ram,

Tell me, who would not have this prize, but none could string the bow, let alone string and break it, there was not one of you, brothers, who could stir it even a grain's breadth from its place, now no one who prides on his valor should feel offended if I assert that there is no hero left on earth to my mind,

Give up all hope and turn your faces homewards, it is not the will of providence that Sita should be married, all my religious merits should be gone if I abandon my vow, and the princes must remain a maid, what can I do, Had I Know, brothers, that there are no more heroes in the world, I would not have made myself a laughing stock by understanding such a vow, 

All who heard Janaka's words, men and women alike, felt distressed at the sight of Janaki, Laxmana, however, got incensed, his eyebrows were knit, his lips quivered and his eyes shot fire,

For fear of Rama he could not speak, though Janaka's words pierced his heart like an arrow, yet at last, bowing his head at Sri Rama's lotus feet he spoke words which were impregnated with truth,

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Ten thousand kings

 Jai Sri Ram,

Ten thousand kings then proceeded all at once to raise it, but it baffled attempts at moving it, Sambhu's bow did not stir in the same way as the mind of a virtuous lady refuses to yield to the words of a gallant, 

All the princes mad themselves butts of ridicule without dispassion, helplessly forfeiting their fame, glory, and great valor to the bow they returned, confused and disheartened, the kings went and sat in the midst of their own company, seeing the kings thus frustrated, king Janaka got impatient and spoke words as if in anger,

Hearing the vow made by me many a king has come from diverse parts of the globe, gods and demons in human form, and many other heroes, staunch in the fight, have assembled, 

A lovely bride, a grand triumph, and splendid renown are the prizes but Brahma it seems has not yet created  the man who breaks the bow and wins the above rewards, 

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Ravana and Banasura quietly slipped away as soon as they saw the bow

 Jai Sri Ram,

The might of the arm of the various princes stands as the moon, while shiva's bow is the plate, Rahu, as it were, it is massive and unyielding, as is well known to all, even the great champions Ravana and Banasura quietly slipped away as soon as they saw the bow, 

Whoever in the royal assembly breaks today the yonder unbending bow of Shiva shall be unhesitatingly wedded by Vedheha's daughter and shall triumph over the three worlds, hearing the vow all the princes were filled with longing, while those who prided on their valor felt very indignant, 

Grinding up their loins they rose impatiently and bowing their heads to their chosen deity went ahead, they cast an angry look at Shiva's bow, grappled with it with steady aim, and exerted all their strength but the bow refused to be lifted. those princes, however, who had any sense at all did not even approach the bow,

Those foolish kings indignantly strained at the bow and retired in confusion when it refused to leave its position, as though it grew bulkier and bulkier by absorbing the might of the arm of each successive warrior,

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Go round and proclaimed my vow,

 Jai Sri Ram,

Out of natural bashfulness that she tells in the presence of elders and at the sight of the vast assemblage, Sita shrank into herself, and drawing the hero of Raghus's race into her heart she turned her eyes towards her companions, beholding Sri Rama's beauty and Sita's loveliness men and women alike forget to close their eyelid,

All of them fell anxious in their heart but hesitate to speak, they inwardly prayed to the creator, quickly taking away, O creator, Janka's stupidity and giving him the right understanding like ours, so that the king without the least scrumple may abandon his vow and give Sita in marriage Rama,

The world would speak well of him and the idea will find favors with all, on the other hand, if he persists in his folly, he shall have to rue it in the end, everyone is absorbed in the ardent feeling that the dark completion youth is a suitable match  for Janka's daughter, then Janaka summoned the heralds and they came eulogizing his race, the king said,

Go round and proclaimed my vow, forthwith they proceeded on their mission, there was not a little joy in their heart, the herald then uttered these polite words, listen to all princes, with our long arms uplifted we announce to you King Vedeha's Vow,

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long lost treasure

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sita's beauty defies all description, the mother of the universe that She is and an embodiment of charm and excellence, all companions seem to me too poor, for they have an affinity with limbs of moral women, proceeding to depict sita with the help of those very smiles why should one earn the title of an unworthy poet and court ill repute,

Should Sita be linked to any woman of this material creation, where is this world, such one comes across as such a lovely damsel, Sita's clever companions escorted her to the arena, singing songs in a charming voice, a beautiful Sari adorned her youthful frame, 

The Mother of the universe was incomparable in her exquisite beauty, and ornaments of all kinds have been decked by her companions with great care, when Sita Stepped into the arena, all were fascinated by her charms, and gods gladly sounded their kettle drums, celestials rained downed flowers,

Sita cast a hurried glance at all the princes, while Sita looked for Sri Rama with an anxious heart, all the prices found themselves in the grip of infatuation, Sita discovered the two brothers by the side of the sage, and her eyes greedily fell on them as on a long lost treasure,

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Sri Somvati Amavasya

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Somvati Amavasya today, a night which may enlighten the truth of embodied soul with a mild application of self through respective discipline,

Each and every Amavasya relates to the soul and the cause it relates to but when it falls on Monday, the potency of its active truth rises up like anything to help the spirit recover fast from the delusion of Maya which binds it badly in the cycle,

There is no rocket science to reach the truth of the day that to revamp self, just mild application of self through respective discipline to sanctity self and rest follows in auto mode, 

Sri Pitar Pujan could be an advantage for material gains too, repair of the serene cult of self could be the prime subject through adoration of the day, being a low tide day, it helps to subside the hypes created by Maya in inner truth of self,

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Janaka then sent for Sita

 Jai Sri Ram,

Do not just brag and throw away your lives in vain, hunger cannot be satiated with imaginary sweets, listen to this most salutary advice, be inwardly assured that Sita is no other than the mother of the universe, and after recognizing the lord of Raghus as the father of the universe, feast your eyes to their fill on his beauty,

Fountain of joy and embodiment of virtues, these two charming brothers have their abode in Sanbhu's heart, leaving an ocean of nectar, which is so near, why should you run in pursuits of mirage, and court death,

Or else do whatever pleases you individually, we for our part have reaped today the fruit of our human birth, so saying the good kings turned to gaze with affection on the picture of incomparable  beauty, while in heaven the gods witnessed the spectacle from their aerial cars, and raining down flowers sang in melodious strains,

Finding it an appropriate occasion Janaka then sent for Sita and her companions all lovely and accomplished, escorted Her with due honor,

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Sri Mahashivratri Today

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Mahashivratri Today, an ancient Indian divine festival that marks the appearance day of Lord Shiva, 

A defined day for respective oblations and offering Ganga Jal on Shiv Lingam, the emblem to mark the universality of Shiva,

A day that may help men to achieve eternal gains in addition to sanctifying self through adoration of respective discipline of the day in truth with submission,

A day that helps embodied spirit to pertain to that knowledge that unties the knots that cause bondage both ways, a day to recall the glory of Sat Guru Mahadev, known for being a mystic teacher, rather strange to perceive that under the banyan tree, a youthful teacher is sitting surrounded by disciples who are aged, the Guru's comment is silent yet the disciples have their doubts dispelled,   

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pilgrimage on the planet

 Jai Sri Ram,

A defined divine day from the light of Shiv Cult is here at the threshold of Mahashivratri, a night which may turn the night mere to a blessed state of self that to sail safely and reach home to experience the inherent joy of self through adoration of discipline prescribed by the ages ad eons,

Shiva incarnates in many forms on the day to bless the life and devotees respectively in truth with their faith and submission,

Though Shiva is always along with yet his special presence can be experienced in truth with the celebration of faith and submission on the day, 

Shivratri is the night that may eradicate the night of delusion, the night of afflictions, and the night of ill fate, thereby following the dawn of the day to rejoice eternally in truth with pilgrimage on the planet,

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Sri Ekadasi today

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Ekadasi today, every being on the planet needs a safe shelter to rest upon that to safeguard its eternal wealth, peace, and bliss,

Sri Ekadasi is that shelter in the light of a spirituality that may safeguard the truth of self irrespective of all odds 

All beings under different conditions mostly find themselves in compromising mode to reach the right perceptive skill, they rely on the relative which differs from reality in its fair perspective and hence need light to help the spirit to make it,

Sri Vishnu Pad Puja on Sri Ekadasi could be a truth that may help spirit out of bounds to make it for the cause eternal at its optimized pitch and pace,

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Rama will certainly marry Sita

 Jai Sri Ram,

All the kings were disheartened at the sight of the Lord, just as stars fade away with the rising of the full moon, for they all felt inwardly assured that Rama would undoubtedly break the bow, or even if the huge bow of Shiva proved too strong for him, that Sita would still place the garland of victory round his neck, 

They, therefore, said to one another, realizing this, brothers, let us turn homewards, casting to the winds all glory, fame, strength, and pride, other princes were blind with ignorance and pride, laughed at this, and said, union with princes is a far cry for Rama even if succeeds in breaking the bow,

Who, then, can wed without wed her without breaking it, should death himself for once come forth against us, even him we would conquer in the battle for Sita's sake, at this other prince, who was pious and sensible and devoted to Sri Hari, smiled and said, 

Rama will certainly marry Sita to the discomfiture of these arrogant princes, for who can conquer in battle the valiant sons of Dasaratha, 

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rejoiced to behold

 Jai Sri Ram,

They bore at their back a quiver secured with yellow cloth wrapped around their waist and held an arrow in their right hand, while a bow and a charming sacred thread also of a yellow tint, were slung across their left shoulder,  in short, the two princes were lovely and were very embodiment of great charm, everyone who saw them felt delighted, people gazed at them with unwinking eyes and their pupils too did not move,

King Janaka himself rejoiced to behold the two brothers, presently he went and clasped the sage's lotus feet, paying him the homage he related to him his story and showed him around the whole arena, whithersoever the two elegant princes betook themselves, all regarded them,

Every man found Sri Rama facing himself, but none could perceive the great mystery behind it, the sage told the king that the arrangements were splendid and the king was highly satisfied and pleased to hear this, 

Of all the tiers of raised seats, one was beautiful, bright, and capacious above all the rest, the king seated the two brothers along with the sage thereon, 

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millions of cupids were a poor match for them

 Jai Sri Ram,

Both were embodiments of natural grace, even though millions of cupids were a poor match for them, their charming faces mocked the autumnal moon, and their lotus-like eyes were soul lavishing, their winning glances captivated the heart of even cupid 

They were so unspeakable endearing with cheeks, ears adorned with swinging pendants, a charming chin and tip, and a sweet voice, their smile ridicule the moonbeams, with arched eyebrows and a blissful nose, the scared mark shone on their broad forehead and their locks of hair put to shame a swarm of bees, 

Yellows caps of a rectangular shape, which were embroidered here and there with figures of flower buds, adorned their heads, their necks, which vied in their spiral form with a conch shell bore  a triple line, which constituted as it the high watermark of beauty in all the three worlds,

Their breasts were adorned with a necklace of pearls found in an elephant's forehead and wraths of Basil leaves, with shoulders resembling the lump of a bull they stood like lions and had mighty long arms, 

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felt an emotion that could not be uttered

 Jai Sri Ram,

The wise saw the lord in his cosmic form, with many hands, feet, eyes, and heads and how dis he appears to Janaka's kinsmen, like one's own beloved relation,, the queen, no less than the king, regarded him unspeakable love like a dear child,

To the Yogis, he showed forth as no other than the highest truth, placid, unsullied equipoised, and resplended by its very nature, the devotees of Sri Hari beheld the two brothers as their beloved deity, the fountain of all joy,

The emotion of love and joy with which Sita gazed on Sri Rama was ineffable, she felt an emotion that could not be uttered, how, then a poet describes it, in this way everyone regarded Sri Rama according to the attitude of mind each had towards him,

Thus alone in the assembly of kings the two princes of Ayodhya, catching the eyes of the whole universe,

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beheld the lord Rama as a death in visible form

 Jai Sri Ram,

Meanwhile, there arrived the two princes, the abode of beauty, and the ocean of goodness, charming in form, one was dark, and the other fair, shining bright in the galaxy of princes, they looked like two moons,

Everyone looked at the Lord's form according to the conception each had about him, those who were surpassing staunch in battle gazed on his form though he was the heroic sentiment personified, the wicked kings trembled at the sight of the lord as if he had a most terrible form,

The demons who were cunningly disguised as princes, beheld the lord Rama as a death in visible form, while the citizen regarded the two brothers as the ornament of humanity and the delight of their eyes,

With joy in their heart, the women saw him according to the attitude of mind each had toward him as if the erotic sentiment itself had appealed in an utterly incomparable form,

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Janaka summoned his preceptor and sent him at once

 Jai Sri Ram,

Thoughtwinkling like stars, all the princes put together are unable to lift the thick darkness in the form of a bow, the sun is up, the darkness has disappeared, stars have vanished out of sight, under the pretense of rising, and the sun has demonstrated to all princes the glory of Sri Rama, 

It is in order to reveal the might of your arms that the process of breaking the bow has been set into operation, the lord smiled at these remarks of his brother, he who is pure by his very nature then performed the daily acts of purification and bathed, after finishing the daily routine of prayer, called on his Guru, bowed their heads at his lotus feet, 

Meanwhile, Janaka summoned his preceptor and sent him at once to the sage Kaushik, Sadananad communicated to Visvamitra Janaka's humble submission, and Visvamitra gladly sent the two brothers, adoring Sadanand's feet the lord went and sat down by his Guru, Said the sage, come on my son, Janaka has sent for us, let us go and see how Sita elects her husband, 

Laxman said, he alone deserved glory, who enjoy your favors, the whole company of hermits rejoiced to hear apt words, when Janaka saw that a huge crowd had called there, he sent for his trusted servants and said, go and see all the people at once and marshal them to their proper seats, Addressing soft and polite words to the citizens, the servants seated them all both men and women, in their appropriate places, whether noble or middling, humble or low, 

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Invardly praising Sita's beauty

 Jai Sri Ram,

Invardly praising Sita's beauty, both returned to their Guru, Sri Rama related everything to Kaushika, for he was innocent of heart and free from all guile, having got the flowers the sage performed his devotions and then blessed two brothers, may your heart desire be accomplished, both glad to hear the benediction, 

After finishing the meals the great and illumined sage began to recite old legends, the day was thus spent, two brothers proceeded to ever prayers with Guru's permission, in the meantime charming moon rose in the eastern horizon, perceiving her orbs resembled Sita's face Sri Rama felt happy, drama reasoned within himself, the queen of the night bears no resemblance to Sita,

Born of the ocean, with poison for her brother, dim and obscure by the day, and with a dark spot in her orb, how can it be matched with Sita's countenance, The moon waxes and wanes, is the cause of lovesick damsels, devoured by Rahu when she crosses the latter's orbit, cause anguish to the ruddy oose and wither the lotus, there are numerous faults, one would incur the blame of having done a highly improper act by comparing moon with Sita, 

Thus finding the moon a pretext for extolling the beauty of Sita and perceiving that the night had far advanced Rama returned to his Guru and receiving his permission to retire to rest, talking to his brother, the day dawned to the delight of lotus, Cakravaka, and the whole world, joining palms Laxman spoke to Rama, the day has dawned, lily has faded, the brightness of the star is dimmed, 

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you are enamored shall indeed be your

 Jai Sri Ram,

Drooping at the thought of the unyielding bow of Shiva, she perceived an image of the swarthy form in her heart, when lord perceived that Janaka's daughter, a fountain of bliss, affection, grace, and goodness, was going, he sketched her on the sheet of his heart with the soft ink of supreme love,

Sita then sought Bhavani's temple and adoring her feet, prayed to her with joined palms, glory, all glory to you, O daughter of the mountain king, Glory to you, who gaze on the countenance of the great lord Shiva,  Glory to you, O mother of Ganesha, and swami Kartikey, mother of the universe without beginning and the end, your libs are shinning as lighting, you are responsible for the birth, maintenance, and destruction, enchant the whole universe and carry on your sports independently, of all good women who adore their husband as a god, you rank foremost, your immersable greatness is more than a thousand Sarada and Sesas could tell, 

The fourfold rewards of life are easily attainable through your service, O bestowed of Boons, beloved of Shiva, all who adore your lotus feet attain happiness be they gods, men or sages, you know well my heart longing since you ever dwell in every heart, that why I refrained from openly expressing it, with these words Vedehi clasped to the feet of the idol, Bhavani was overwhelmed by her meekness and devotion, the wrath of the image dropped and the idol smiled, Sita reverently placed the divine gift on her head, Gauri's heart was filled with delight while she spoke,

Hear Sita, may the infallible blessing, your heart's desire shall be accomplished, Narada's sword is ever faultless and true, the suitor on whom your heart is set shall indeed be yours, The handsome suitor of whom you are enamored shall indeed be your, the gracious lord Shiv is aware of your fidelity and love, Sita and her companions were deleted to hear this blessing from Gauri, Finding Gauri favorable disposed towards her, sita was more glad of the heart than words can tell, her left limbs began to throb, indicating her good fortune,

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Again and again

 Jai Sri Ram,

Beholding the ornament of the solar race, who had a slender waist like that of a lion and was clad in yellow, and was the very embodiment of beauty and amiability, Sita's companions forget their very existence, recovering herself, one of her cleaver companions grasped Sita by the hand and said her,

Meditate on Gauri afterward, why not behold the prince just now, Sita then bashfully opened her eyes and saw the two lions of Raghu's race opposite herself, surveying Sri Rama's beauty from head to foot in the reverse order, and remembering her father's vow, she felt much perpetuated, when Sita's companions saw her this overcome with love, they all cried in alarm, 

We are late already, let us come again at this very hour tomorrow, so saying one of them smiled within herself Sita blushed at this pregnant remark, she got afraid of her mother, for she felt it was already late, recovering herself from the considerable effort she received Sri Rama into her heart and conscious of her dependence on her sire returned home,

Under the pretense of looking at a deer, bird, or tree she turned again and again and each time she gazed on the beauteous Hero Raghu's race, her love waxed not a little,

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a pair of spotless moons

 Jai Sri Ram,

While Sri Rama was Talking to his younger brother in this strain, his mind, which was enamored of Sita's beauty, was all the time drinking in the loveliness of her countenance, like a bee sucking the nectar from a lotus, Sita look timidly all around, her mind was at a loss as to where the prices had gone, wherever the fawn eyes prices cast her glance, a continuous of white lotuses seemed to rain there

Her companions then pointed out to her the two lovely princes, standing behind a fence of creepers, beholding the beauty of the two brothers her eyes were filled with greed, they rejoiced as if they had discovered their longest treasure, EYES BECOME MOTIONLESS AT THE SIGHT OF SRI RAMA's LOVELINESS, the eyelids too forgot to fall, 

Due to the excess of Love her body consciousness began to fail, it looked as if a Cacora bird were gazing at the autumn moon, Receiving Sri Rama into her heart through the passage of eyes, she cleverly shut up there by closing the doors of her eyelids, when her girl companions found sita overpowered with love, they were too much abashed to utter a word, 

The very moment the two brothers emerged from a bower, it looked as if a pair of spotless moons had shone forth tearing the veil of cloud. the two gallant heroes were very perfection in beauty, as the incarnation of cupid, most charming,

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