Sri Akshaya Tithi

 Jai Sri Ram,

Salutation to that Brahma known in the Name of Vishnu, known for his gracious truth to help the devotees in the journey of their referral as well as virtual cause, 

Salutation to that Brahma known as absolute in terms of Tatvagya, the power beyond the perceptive skill of embodied soul, a reality that hardly appears in its visible forms to identity in truth with embodied soul,

Salutation to that Brahma, that known in the form of tangible help to the embodied spirit in truth with the occasion and the cause that to lead spirit for its sole cause, 

Salutation to the Brahma that none other than Vishnu who incarnated as Bhagwan Parshurama for a defined cause that helps the weak and depraved on varying subjects of life, on his favorable Tithi Akshaya in nature that act as wish yielding tree to the devotees and aspirants on the path of truth and submission, 

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Rejoice in Ayodhya but the agony in the heart of gods

 Jai Sri Ram,

Extolling Sri Rama's goodness, amiability, and noble disposition, Vashista said, thrilled over with emotion, the king has made preparations for the installation ceremony, he would invest you with regal powers, Rama, you should observe righteous austerity today so that God may bring this affair to a happy conclusion, then Guru return to his hermitage, 

On that very occasion Laxman steeped in love with rapture, greeted him with endearing words, all prayed for Bharat to return from his maternal uncle's home, blessed hour to start tomorrow, the object of desire will be accomplished,

Rejoice in Ayodhya but the agony in the heart of gods who wants Rama to visit the aspirants and sages that awaiting him for a long for his arrival in the incarnation, they invoke goddess Saraswati and supplicated her, mother manipulate things in such a way today that Rama retire to the forest for the cause of gods and saints, 

Time takeover the whip to oblige the gods though goddess Saraswati was not in favor, destiny yielded in its own truth, Kaikeyi Servant Manthara play the role of truth with referral cause and invoke Kaikaeyi unto truth being franchised for installing Rama with regal powers, convince her to trap King in his vow and the boons he awarded to the queen to install Bharata instead of Rama and ask exile for Rama, not less than fourteen years,

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ornament of the solar race that you are,

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sage Vashista gladly said in soft ascends, Fatch water from all principal sacred sources, then enumerate auspicious objects for the coronation of a king, promising designs should be made on the walls, mango leaves, render service in every form to the Brahmans,

King Dasaratha adored Brahmans, holy men, and gods to invoke blessings for the welfare of Sri Rama, That very time the ladies were delighted to hear all about, gathering lovely sports on perceiving waxing moon, 

Rama reverently bowed his head in honor of Guru, and wash his lotus feet to mark eternal respect, clasped his feet with Sita, and spoke thus A master visit to his servant's house is the root of all blessings and a panacea for all evils, 

Sage applauded Sri Rama and Said, it is but meets, O Rama, that you say so, the ornament of the solar race that you are,

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let Rama be invested with regal powers

 Jai Sri Ram,

Kind Said, My Lord, let Rama be invested with regal powers, pray, command me so that necessary preparations may be set on foot, and let this happy event take place in my lifetime, by the Lord's blessings Shiva has allowed everything to pass smoothly, this is only longing that I have in my mind, 

Listen, O King, aversion to Sri Rama makes one repent, while his adoration is the only means of soothing the agony of one's heart, 

O King, let there be no delay, that day itself is auspicious and full of blessings when Rama is proclaimed regent,

The king returns to his Palace and summoned his servants and counselors including Sumantra, they bowed to King saying victory to you, said the king, whatever orders the great sage Vashista may be pleased to give in connection with Rama's incarnation should be carried out,

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before you entertain the desire

 Jai Sri Ram,

From the day Sri Rama returned home duly married, there were new festivities and jubilant music every day, All cherished in their heart a common desire and said in their prayer to Lord Shiva, would the king in his own lifetime appoint Sri Rama as his regent,

One day king was overjoyed to hear the fair renown of Rama, entering the idea into his mind and finding an auspicious day and a suitable opportunity the king communicated it to his Guru with his body thrilled over the emotions and his mind filled with rapture, 

Said the king, listen O chief of Sages, Rama is now accomplished in every day, all the people of the City hold Sri Rama as dear as anything, it seems benediction in itself has incarnated in his lovely form, praise the sage from the truth of his heart for his gracious nature, one longing remains to obtain in my heart that too will be your grace,

Said the sage, O king, your very name and glory grant all one's desires, the object of your heart, that accomplished before you entertain the desire, 

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four rewards of human life

 Jai Sri Ram,

May he in whose lap shines forth the daughter of the mountain king, who carries the celestial stream on his head, on whose brow rests the crescent moon, whose throat holds poison and whose breast is the support of a huge serpent, and who is adorned by the ashes on his body, may that chief of gods, the lord of all, the destroyer of the universe, the omnipresent Shiva, the moon like Sankara, ever protect us, 

May the splendor of Sri Rama's lotus-like face, which neither grew brighter at the prospect of his being installed on the throne of Ayodhya nor was dimmed by the painful experience of exile in the woods, ever bring sweet felicity on us, 

I adore Sri Rama, the lord of Raghus's race, whose limbs are as dark and soft as a blue lotus, who has Sta enthroned on his left and who holds in his hand a mighty bow and graceful bow, 

Cleansing the mirror of my mind with the dust from the lotus feet of the revered Guru, I sing Sri Rama's untarnished glory, that bestows the four rewards of human life,

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Sri Ekadasi today

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Ekadasi today, a mystic day that embodiment of meaningful truth which drives spirit to the truth of inherent eternity for the cause eternal,

The truth of the day is infinite in itself yet approachable by devotees who in faith with submission, 

Not just a day to charm self in love with the lotus feet of Lord Vishnu but a day that supports the self for fair compliance of the journey to reach a safe shore,

Not that easy to perceive the truth of the day, not that difficult to adore the truth of the day to meet the inherent truth of self,

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tidal wave of delight

 Jai Sri Ram,

All the mothers were so overcome with joy and rupture that their feet refused to walk and their limbs began to droop, charming and captivating music of every king playing around, to mark the occasion, carrying in their lotus hands salvers of gold-laden with articles of good omen, queen proceeds joyfully to greet their sons,

Good omens manifested themselves and the gods rained flowers to the beat of drums, while celestials dames danced for joy, Ayodhya then greeted the king in its own inherent truth and rejoiced to see four noble princes with their brides, delighted mothers waved lights over the pairs, after performing the rites as prescribed by Vedas, mothers conducted them all to the Palace, 

The mothers derived joy like anything, Rama smiled within himself in the ecstasy of the occasion, and they all saluted the preceptor and dignified Brhamans, Dasarath Thanked Vashistha in many forms and felt himself to be luckiest of all,  Princes with their brides bowed to preceptor's again and again, sage invoked blessings on them, 

There was constant felicity, joy and rejoicing and days rolled in this way, Ayodhya was inundated with a tidal wave of delight, swelling higher and still higher, Those men who reverently hear or sing the tales of this auspicious festivities shall ever be happy by the grace of Sri Rama and goddess Sita, know Sri Rama's glory is an abode of felicity,

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marriage procession approached Ayodhya on a sacred Day

 Jai Sri Ram,

The king of Ayodya was delighted to see his four sons  with their brides, all other princes were married according to the same rites as have been described in the case of Sri Rama, Then all the four princes with their brides approached their father,

Every moment of the event was enriched with festal felicitations,  all the celestial sages visited to bless the occasion, Dasaratha extolled in everyday Janaka's affection, Sages requested Janaka now you let go Dasaratha, a sound resounded in echos may you ve victorious, may you live long,

The ladies of the gynaeceum were transported with joy and waved lights about the bridegroom, with humble submission Sunayana committed to Sita to Rama and prayed with joined palms, both families were overwhelmed with emotions, time reaches to take leave of the occasion and for the departure to Ayodhya,

All companions of princes overpowered with emotions, Ganesha along with Riddhi and Siddhi helps princesses to ascend the palanquins, gods gladly raimed down flowers, and heavenly nymphs sang, halted at convenient stages in courses of the journey and gladdened the people on the roadside, marriage procession approached Ayodhya on a sacred Day, 

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four brothers are now married to four sisters

 Jai Sri Ram,

Having observed the family customs, the Gurus that Vashista and Sadananda directed the Brahmanas to worship Gauri Ganesha, The sun god himself felicitated the occasion, and oblations were offered, Vedas in the guise of Brahmana executed the procedure of the nuptial ceremony,  

The sages recited the Vedas in joyous tones, and the bridegroom accepted the bride's hands, Brahma's and other divinities rejoiced on occasion, and Janaka gave Sita to Sri Rama, presiding deity of seas blessed the event and the fire god became the witness of the tie, thereby earning fair renown, praises sung by bards, 

The bride and bridegroom performed the circumambulation with paces, while all others feasted admiring gaze on the spectacle, Sita and Rama paced around the fire and accomplished all the rites, both sat together on the same couch, 

All four brothers are now married to four sisters of that kingdom, Dasarath is delighted to see his four sons with their brides, Janki's sister Urmila married to Laxman, Sita's uncle's daughters Shrutikiti married to Piusudan and Mandavi to Bharat, 

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charming personification of beauty

 Jai Sri Ram,

Restraining her tears out of regard for the auspicious occasion, Queen Sunayana performed the ceremony of waving lights with a gladdened heart, Rama was installed on the seat reserved for him, lights were waved around him, 

Having observed every custom that derived its authority from Vedas Dasratha and Janaka embraced each other with great love, Janaka himself conducted Dasaratha to the pavilion with all honor, Noble Brahmans witnessed the spectacles with great delight, 

The graceful eyes of all drank in the beauty of Sri Ramachandra's countenance with utmost love and rapture, perceiving that the time of the wedding had arrived, a message was sent to bring the bride, Equipped themselves with auspicious materials Sita's companions and other ladies conducted her to the pavilion with due honor, 

Sita in her native loveliness shone forth among the bevy of ladies as a charming personification of beauty in the midst of graces,

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attire of bridegroom

 Jai Sri Ram.

Celestial damsels rained down flowers and sang, after due homage, reverence, and courtesy the deputations conducted the bridegroom party to the logging, magnificent were the rooms assigned to them, provided with all kinds of comfort, hearing Sita's command they repaired to the guest's apartments with every kind of riches, 

People of the city were delighted beyond measure, everyone enjoy transcendental bliss and prayed for lightened days and nights on the occasion, Sita is an incarnation of Janaka's merits and Rama is Dasratha's virtue personified, citizens addressed themselves that providence has ordained things well, 

The sight of Sri Rama was so soothing to the guests, time and again Janaka send for Sita, there will be hospitality of every kind, four brothers attract the mind but cannot be described in words, no match in the three worlds,

The most auspicious sacred hour before sunset arrived, perceiving the propitious omens, the Brahmans praised Janaka for its approach, the king asked the family priest, why the delay now, there was great rejoicing in the court of the king, the joy  which Sita's mother felt in her heart on beholding Rama in the attire of bridegroom was more than anything, 

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transgressed their bounds

 Jai Sri Ram,

All the entrances to the king's Palace the enormous crowds, women carrying festal lights in slavers used on the auspicious occasion, caroled melodious strains in an ecstasy of joy, The magnificent chariot the king joyfully caused Vashist to mount, fixed his thought on Shiva, Gauri, and Ganesha,

Gallanent princes made their steeds curvet to the measured beat of labors and kettledrums, accomplished dancers noted with surprise, the splendor of the marriage procession was beyond description, all kinds of auspicious omens that conducted to desired results occurred at once, 

When it was learned that the procession of the bridegroom party was approaching, the temperature class of kettledrums was hard, a reputation went out to receive them, King Janaka sent all kinds of appeals, ornaments, and articles to please the occasion, 

A batch from each side joyfully marched at a gallop to meet each other, and two parties met as two oceans of bliss that had transgressed their bounds,

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all ladies of the gynaeceum

 Jai Sri Ram,

The king then called all ladies of the gynaeceum, and inform them about the message from Janaka and the doings of Sri Rama, all rejoiced to hear, and joy invoked the blessings, The queen then sent for Brahmanas and joyfully bestowed gifts on them, called beggers and lavishly innumerable kinds of gifts on them,

There was a jubilant and tempestuous clash of kettledrums, all the fourteen spheres filled with joy, Ayodhya turn itself to be a most beautiful city to host the event, and people decorated the house full of auspiciousness ness and blessings, 

Collected troops of ladies all brilliant with the moon the wonderful faces practiced sixteen types of adornment to mark the occasion, various articles of good omen appear in charming reality, Brahmans start special occasions pujas in the name of Sita and Rama,

Bharata and Shatrughan joined this wonderful celebration, starting at once the procession of Rama's marriage, and mounting of chariots the processions began to collect outside the city greeted by auspicious omens, all rode the vehicles appropriate to their respective ranks, with hope and whispering when shall we feast our eyes on the two heroes, Rama and Laxman,

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Go and dispatch

 Jai Sri Ram,

Go and dispatch to the city of Ayodhya messengers who may invite King Dasaratha, and bring him here, Janaka gladly responded and summoned the messengers and dispatched them that very moment, then the king sent his own servants and instructed them, erect pavilions of all kinds with due care, decorate them,

Emeralds used to  decorate, piper betel leaves find the requisite place, lovely mango leaves of graven sapphires with blossoms of gold and bunches of emerald fruits glistened, charming festoons auspicious vases, beautiful flags, curtains, and chowries, beauty beyond words for the canopy to hold Sri Rama,

Janka messengers arrived at Ayodhya and rejoiced to behold the birthplace of Sri Rama, King Dasratha summoned them and received them in person, they handed over the letter of the message, obtaining the news Bharat felt delighted at heart, and the whole kingdom rejoice in the truth of the message,

Overwhelming with love King asked again and again, said the messenger Rama broke the bow without effort to meet the vow of King Janaka for the marriage of his daughter Sita, King rose to message it to Vashista, the Guru highly pleased to hear and said prepare the marriage procession after assigning lodging to the messengers returned to his palace,

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Said the sage

 Jai Sri Ram,

There was a tumultuous clash of musical instruments and everyone displayed charming and auspicious objects, troops of fair-faced, bright-eyed damsels sang melodies songs in chorus, their voices resembled the notes of the cuckoo, Janaka's joy was beyond description,, as that of a beggar who has found the treasure, 

Sita was rid of her fears and was as glad as a young pakora bird at the rising of the moon, Janaka made obeisance before Kaushik and said, it is due to your grace, my lord, that Sri Rama has been able to break the bow, the tow brothers gain me my purpose, pray, tell me now, revered sir, what is behooves me to do,,

Said the sage, listen, wise king, the marriage depended on the bow and took place directly after the bow broke, as is well known to all, including gods, human beings, and Nagas,

Nevertheless, you now go and perform according to the family usage whatever practices are prescribed in the Veda, after consulting the Brahmanas, the elders of your family, and your own preceptor Sadanand,

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Sri Hanuman Jayanti

 Jai Sri Ram,

O Manasa, realize the truth of the day, indeed a favorable day to take refuge in the lotus feet of Sri Rama that to enter the grove of wish-yielding creepers guarded by Sri Hanuman, Sri Hanuman welcome devotees with the truth of respective dignity in this groove to felicitate the spirit behind the mortal face,

To experience the gracious truth of this groove known in the name of Earth with incandescent clusters that extol the spiritual significance like anything to impart the meaning of incarnation with cause for spirit in varying embodiments, 

Let men realize the reality and truth of the savior in this magnificent groove none other than Sri Hanuman in his varying visible and invisible forms, Know Sri Hanuman to be a mystic and compassionate, no one parallel to him on the planet that to shower his grace on suppliant, 

Today is the day to mark self in truth with the reality of the day that Sri Hanuman Jayanti, the appearance day of Sri Hanuman in that age to serve his master, Sri Rama, devotees participate in this Yajna in many forms with humble and meaningful moral submission, and oblige themselves with the truth of practice of the day to attain spiritual prosperity from the king honor of Sri Hanuman, 

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Glory to Sri Rama

 Jai Sri Ram,

Glory to Sri Rama, who delights Raghu's line even as the sun delights a cluster of lotuses, glory to the fire that consumes the forest of the demon race, glory to the benefactor of gods, Brahmans, and cows, Glory to him who is an ocean of humility, amiability, compassion and goodness and a pastmaster in the art of speech,

Glory to the delighted of his servants and to him who is graceful of every limb and whose form possesses the beauty of millions of cupids, how can I with one tongue utter your praises, glory to him who sports in the mind of the great lord Shiva as a swan in the Manasarovar lake,

In my ignorance I have said much that was unseemly, therefore pardon me, both brothers, abodes of forgiveness that you are, glory, glory, all glory to the chief of Raghu's race, So saying the lord of Bhrgus withdrew to the forest to practice penance, the wicked kings were all seized with imaginary tears and the cowards quietly fled in all directions, 

The gods sounded their cattle drums and rained down flowers on the lord, all the people of the city rejoiced and their heart's agony, born of ignorance, disappeared,

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NO MATTER IF IT IS MY DEATH

 Jai Sri Ram,

A god, a demon, a king, or a body of warriors, whether my equal in strength or more powerful than myself, should any of these challenge me to combat, I would gladly fight with him, NO MATTER IF IT IS MY DEATH, for whom born as Ksatriya and yet afraid of fighting, is a veritable wretch and has brought a slur on his lineage,

I tell you my natural way and not by way of tribute to my race, Raghu's descendants do not tremble to meet the fight even death, such is the glory of Brahman Race that he who is afraid of you, that Brahmanas, is rid of all fears, 

When he heard these soft yet profound words of Sri Rama, Parshurama's mind was disillusioned, O Rama, take this bow of Rama's lord and draw it, so that my doubts may be cleared, As Parshurama offered his bow it passed into Rama's hand of its own accord, and PARSHURAMA FELT AMAZED AT THIS,

He then recognized Sri Rama's might and his whole frame was thrilled with joy and his hair stood on end, joining his palms together he addressed the following words to Sri Rama, his heart bursting with emotion,

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think before you speak,

 Jai Sri Ram,

You know me to be a mere Brahmana, I tell you what kind of Brahman I AM, know that the bow is my SACRIFICIAL LADLE, arrows are my oblations, MY WARTH, the blazing fire, the brilliant fourfold forces, consisting of the horse, the elephant, the chariot and the foot soldiers are fuel,

And mighty princes have served as victims, whom I have cut to pieces with this very axe, and offered as sacrifices, in this way I have performed millions of sacrifices in the shape of armed conflicts, accompanied by the muttering of sacred formulas in the shape of war cries, 

My glory is not known to you, address me in contemptuous terms mistaking me for a mere Brahmana, since you have broken the bow, your arrogance has transgressed all limits, in your esteem you should stand as if you have conquered the whole world, 

Said Rama, O sage, think before you speak, your anger is out of proportions with my error, which is trifling one, worn out as it was, the bow broke at a mere touch, what reason have I to be proud, HEAR TRUTH, O LORD OF BRAGHUS IF AS YOU SAY, I TREAT YOU WITH DISRESPECT BECAUSE YOU ARE A BRAHMAN, WHO IS THAT GALLANT WARRIOR IN THIS WORLD TO WHOME I WOULD BOW MY HEAD OUT OF FEAR,

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you are as perverse as

 Jai Sri Ram,

O Lord, whereas there is only one merit in me, that is my bow while you have got nine most auspicious characteristics,

Such as tranquillity, restraint, penance, purity, forbearance, straightforwardness, knowledge, supreme knowledge, and faith in God,

I am thus inferior to you in every way, therefore, O Holy sir, Forgive my faults, Again and again, did Rama address His namesake as a sage,

And as a great Brahman, till the chief of Bhrgus exclaimed in his fury, you are as perverse as your younger brother,

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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

 Jai Sri Ram,

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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