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Ramcharitmanas · Rama

Chapter 1

बालकाण्ड

Bal Kand

Verses

  1. Verse 1

    caupāī baṃdau guru pada paduma parāgā| suruci subāsa sarasa anurāgā|| amiya mūrimaya cūrana cārū| samana sakala bhava ruja parivārū|| sukṛti saṃbhu tana bimala bibhūtī| maṃjula maṃgala moda prasūtī|| jana mana maṃju mukura mala haranī| kie~ tilaka guna gana basa karanī|| śrīgura pada nakha mani gana jotī| sumirata dibya drṛṣṭi hiya~ hotī|| dalana moha tama so saprakāsū| baṛe bhāga ura āvai jāsū|| ugharahiṃ bimala bilocana hī ke| miṭahiṃ doṣa dukha bhava rajanī ke|| sūjhahiṃ rāma carita mani mānika| guputa pragaṭa jaha~ jo jehi khānika|| dohā/soraṭhā jathā suaṃjana aṃji dṛga sādhaka siddha sujāna| kautuka dekhata saila bana bhūtala bhūri nidhāna||1||

    Meaning

    I bow to the pollen-dust upon the lotus-feet of my Guru, delicious to the taste, sweetly fragrant, and steeped in the sap of love. It is a fair powder compounded of the herb of immortality, curing the whole brood of ailments that worldly existence breeds. It is the spotless, merit-bearing ash upon the body of Shambhu, mother of every charming blessing and delight. It wipes the stain from the lovely mirror of a devotee's mind, and applied to the brow as a sacred mark it brings whole hosts of virtues under one's sway. The gem-like nails of the blessed Guru's feet shed a radiance which, merely called to mind, wakens divine sight within the heart. That light scatters the darkness of delusion, and great is the fortune of the man in whose breast it comes to dwell. The pure eyes of the heart are opened, and the faults and sorrows of the night of worldly existence are wiped away; then one descries the gems and rubies that are Rama's deeds, hidden or open, in whatever mine each of them lies. It is as when adepts and perfected ones and the discerning anoint their eyes with the wondrous salve and behold with delight the abundant treasure-hoards that lie in hill and wood and under the ground.

  2. Verse 2

    caupāī guru pada raja mṛdu maṃjula aṃjana| nayana amia dṛga doṣa bibhaṃjana|| tehiṃ kari bimala bibeka bilocana| baranau~ rāma carita bhava mocana|| baṃdau~ prathama mahīsura caranā| moha janita saṃsaya saba haranā|| sujana samāja sakala guna khānī| karau~ pranāma saprema subānī|| sādhu carita subha carita kapāsū| nirasa bisada gunamaya phala jāsū|| jo sahi dukha parachidra durāvā| baṃdanīya jehiṃ jaga jasa pāvā|| muda maṃgalamaya saṃta samājū| jo jaga jaṃgama tīratharājū|| rāma bhakti jaha~ surasari dhārā| sarasai brahma bicāra pracārā|| bidhi niṣedhamaya kali mala haranī| karama kathā rabinaṃdani baranī|| hari hara kathā birājati benī| sunata sakala muda maṃgala denī|| baṭu bisvāsa acala nija dharamā| tīratharāja samāja sukaramā|| sabahiṃ sulabha saba dina saba desā| sevata sādara samana kalesā|| akatha alaukika tīratharāū| dei sadya phala pragaṭa prabhāū|| dohā/soraṭhā suni samujhahiṃ jana mudita mana majjahiṃ ati anurāga| lahahiṃ cāri phala achata tanu sādhu samāja prayāga||2||

    Meaning

    The dust of the Guru's feet is a soft and lovely collyrium, nectar to the eyes, shattering every defect of sight. Having cleansed with it the eye of discernment, I now tell the deeds of Rama, which set a man free from the round of birth and death. First I bow at the feet of the brahmanas, the gods of earth, who take away every doubt that delusion breeds. To the company of good men, that mine of all virtues, I make my salutation with love and gracious words. The conduct of the saints is like the blameless conduct of the cotton plant, whose fruit is dry, white and full of fibre: bearing pain itself, it covers the holes of others, and so has won in the world a fame that draws men's reverence. Full of gladness and blessing is the assembly of saints, the world's own moving Prayaga, where devotion to Rama is the current of the Ganga and the spreading of enquiry into Brahma is the Sarasvati. The discourse on works, made of things enjoined and things forbidden, which washes off the filth of the Kali age, is named there the Sun's daughter; and the stories of Hari and Hara shine as the triple confluence, giving to all who hear them delight and blessing. Unshaken faith is its undying banyan, and the keeping of one's own dharma the meritorious rite performed at this king of holy places. It lies within reach of all, on every day and in every land, and served with reverence it quells all afflictions. Beyond telling and beyond this world is that king of pilgrimage-places, and it yields its fruit at once, its power plain to see. Those who hear and understand it with a glad mind, and bathe in it with deep love, win the four fruits of life while still in the body, for the assembly of saints is Prayaga.

  3. Verse 3

    caupāī majjana phala pekhia tatakālā| kāka hohiṃ pika bakau marālā|| suni ācaraja karai jani koī| satasaṃgati mahimā nahiṃ goī|| bālamīka nārada ghaṭajonī| nija nija mukhani kahī nija honī|| jalacara thalacara nabhacara nānā| je jaṛa cetana jīva jahānā|| mati kīrati gati bhūti bhalāī| jaba jehiṃ jatana jahā~ jehiṃ pāī|| so jānaba satasaṃga prabhāū| lokahu~ beda na āna upāū|| binu satasaṃga bibeka na hoī| rāma kṛpā binu sulabha na soī|| satasaṃgata muda maṃgala mūlā| soi phala sidhi saba sādhana phūlā|| saṭha sudharahiṃ satasaṃgati pāī| pārasa parasa kudhāta suhāī|| bidhi basa sujana kusaṃgata parahīṃ| phani mani sama nija guna anusarahīṃ|| bidhi hari hara kabi kobida bānī| kahata sādhu mahimā sakucānī|| so mo sana kahi jāta na kaiseṃ| sāka banika mani guna gana jaiseṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā baṃdau~ saṃta samāna cita hita anahita nahiṃ koi| aṃjali gata subha sumana jimi sama sugaṃdha kara doi||3(ka)|| saṃta sarala cita jagata hita jāni subhāu sanehu| bālabinaya suni kari kṛpā rāma carana rati dehu||3(kha)||

    Meaning

    The fruit of that bathing is seen on the instant: crows turn into cuckoos and herons into swans. Let no one marvel to hear it, for the greatness of holy company is no secret. Valmiki, Narada and the pot-born sage have each with his own mouth told what became of him. Whatever wisdom, fame, high estate, prosperity or goodness any creature of water, land or air, sentient or insentient, has ever gained, by whatever effort and in whatever place, know it to be the power of the company of the good; neither in the usage of the world nor in the Vedas is there another means. Without such company discernment does not come, and that company itself is not easily had without Rama's grace. Holy company is the root of joy and blessing; it is itself the fruit and the fulfilment, while every other discipline is only the blossom. Fools are set right on finding it, as base metal turns fair at the touch of the philosopher's stone; and if by fate a good man falls into evil company, he still follows his own nature, like the gem on a serpent's hood. The speech of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, of poets and of the learned, shrinks back from telling the greatness of the saints; how then should it come from me, a greengrocer appraising the qualities of gems? I bow to the saints, whose minds are even and for whom none is friend and none is foe, as an auspicious flower held in cupped palms gives its fragrance alike to both hands. O saints, guileless in heart and benefactors of the world, knowing my nature and my love, hear this child's petition and grant me in your mercy a devotion to Rama's feet.

  4. Verse 4

    caupāī bahuri baṃdi khala gana satibhāe~| je binu kāja dāhinehu bāe~|| para hita hāni lābha jinha kereṃ| ujareṃ haraṣa biṣāda basereṃ|| hari hara jasa rākesa rāhu se| para akāja bhaṭa sahasabāhu se|| je para doṣa lakhahiṃ sahasākhī| para hita ghṛta jinha ke mana mākhī|| teja kṛsānu roṣa mahiṣesā| agha avaguna dhana dhanī dhanesā|| udaya keta sama hita sabahī ke| kuṃbhakarana sama sovata nīke|| para akāju lagi tanu pariharahīṃ| jimi hima upala kṛṣī dali garahīṃ|| baṃdau~ khala jasa seṣa saroṣā| sahasa badana baranai para doṣā|| puni pranavau~ pṛthurāja samānā| para agha sunai sahasa dasa kānā|| bahuri sakra sama binavau~ tehī| saṃtata surānīka hita jehī|| bacana bajra jehi sadā piārā| sahasa nayana para doṣa nihārā|| dohā/soraṭhā udāsīna ari mīta hita sunata jarahiṃ khala rīti| jāni pāni juga jori jana binatī karai saprīti||4||

    Meaning

    Next, in all sincerity, I salute the tribe of the wicked, who with no cause at all turn adverse even where they ought to be favourable; whose profit lies in another's loss, who take joy in a ruin and grief at a household's thriving. To the full moon of the fame of Hari and Hara they are Rahu; in the undoing of others they are champions like the thousand-armed one. They mark another's faults with a thousand eyes, and their minds are flies in the ghee of another's good. In blazing energy they are fire itself, in wrath they are Yama, the lord of the buffalo, and in the wealth of sin and vice they are as rich as the lord of treasures. Their rising, like a comet's, is for the welfare of all, and they look their best asleep, like Kumbhakarna; to spoil another's business they will fling away their own bodies, as hailstones melt after beating down the crop. I salute the wicked man who, like the enraged Shesha, tells over the faults of others with a thousand mouths. I bow again to one who is a very King Prithu, hearing another's sins with ten thousand ears. And again I entreat him who is Indra's equal, ever the well-wisher of the array of the gods, to whom words like the thunderbolt are always dear, and who watches another's faults with a thousand eyes. It is the way of the wicked to burn on hearing well of the indifferent, the enemy and the friend alike; knowing this, your servant folds both hands and makes his petition with affection.

  5. Verse 5

    caupāī maiṃ apanī disi kīnha nihorā| tinha nija ora na lāuba bhorā|| bāyasa paliahiṃ ati anurāgā| hohiṃ nirāmiṣa kabahu~ ki kāgā|| baṃdau~ saṃta asajjana caranā| dukhaprada ubhaya bīca kachu baranā|| bichurata eka prāna hari lehīṃ| milata eka dukha dāruna dehīṃ|| upajahiṃ eka saṃga jaga māhīṃ| jalaja joṃka jimi guna bilagāhīṃ|| sudhā surā sama sādhū asādhū| janaka eka jaga jaladhi agādhū|| bhala anabhala nija nija karatūtī| lahata sujasa apaloka bibhūtī|| sudhā sudhākara surasari sādhū| garala anala kalimala sari byādhū|| guna avaguna jānata saba koī| jo jehi bhāva nīka tehi soī|| dohā/soraṭhā bhalo bhalāihi pai lahai lahai nicāihi nīcu| sudhā sarāhia amaratā~ garala sarāhia mīcu||5||

    Meaning

    I have done my part in entreating them; from their own side they will not by any oversight fall short of their nature. Crows may be reared with the tenderest love, but will a crow ever leave off flesh? I bow at the feet of saint and villain alike, for both give pain, though I will set out some difference between them: the one takes life away by parting, the other inflicts cruel pain by meeting. They spring up together in the world, yet differ in quality as the lotus and the leech that share one water. Good men and bad are as nectar and liquor, whose one begetter is the unfathomable ocean of this world. By their own several deeds the good and the bad win the riches of fair fame and of ill repute. On one side stand nectar, the moon, the heavenly river and the saint; on the other, poison, fire, the river that carries the filth of the Kali age, and the hunter. Everyone knows what is a virtue and what a fault, but to each man that seems good which suits his taste. The good man reaps only goodness and the base man only baseness: nectar is praised for the deathlessness it gives, and poison is praised for the death it brings.

  6. Verse 6

    caupāī khala agha aguna sādhū guna gāhā| ubhaya apāra udadhi avagāhā|| tehi teṃ kachu guna doṣa bakhāne| saṃgraha tyāga na binu pahicāne|| bhaleu poca saba bidhi upajāe| gani guna doṣa beda bilagāe|| kahahiṃ beda itihāsa purānā| bidhi prapaṃcu guna avaguna sānā|| dukha sukha pāpa punya dina rātī| sādhu asādhu sujāti kujātī|| dānava deva ū~ca aru nīcū| amia sujīvanu māhuru mīcū|| māyā brahma jīva jagadīsā| lacchi alacchi raṃka avanīsā|| kāsī maga surasari kramanāsā| maru mārava mahideva gavāsā|| saraga naraka anurāga birāgā| nigamāgama guna doṣa bibhāgā|| dohā/soraṭhā jaṛa cetana guna doṣamaya bisva kīnha karatāra| saṃta haṃsa guna gahahiṃ paya parihari bāri bikāra||6||

    Meaning

    The tale of the sins and demerits of the wicked and the tale of the virtues of the good are both boundless oceans, too deep to sound. That is why I have set out a few merits and faults, for without recognizing them there can be no taking up and no letting go. Good and vile alike were brought forth by the Creator, and the Vedas, reckoning up their virtues and defects, have kept them apart. The Vedas, the old histories and the Puranas declare that the Creator's whole fabric is mingled of merit and demerit: sorrow and joy, sin and virtue, day and night; the good man and the bad, high birth and low; demon and god, the lofty and the mean; the nectar that gives fair life and the venom that brings death; illusion and Brahma, the individual soul and the Lord of the world; fortune and misfortune, the pauper and the king; Kashi and Magadha, the heavenly river and the Karmanasa; the desert waste and the land of Malava, the brahmana and the eater of cows; heaven and hell, attachment and dispassion. Such is the division of virtue and fault that the Vedas and the Agamas have drawn. The Creator made this universe, insentient and sentient, compounded of merit and defect; but the saints, being swans, seize upon what is good, drinking the milk and leaving behind the tainted water.

  7. Verse 7

    caupāī asa bibeka jaba dei bidhātā| taba taji doṣa gunahiṃ manu rātā|| kāla subhāu karama bariāī| bhaleu prakṛti basa cukai bhalāī|| so sudhāri harijana jimi lehīṃ| dali dukha doṣa bimala jasu dehīṃ|| khalau karahiṃ bhala pāi susaṃgū| miṭai na malina subhāu abhaṃgū|| lakhi subeṣa jaga baṃcaka jeū| beṣa pratāpa pūjiahiṃ teū|| udharahiṃ aṃta na hoi nibāhū| kālanemi jimi rāvana rāhū|| kiehu~ kubeṣa sādhu sanamānū| jimi jaga jāmavaṃta hanumānū|| hāni kusaṃga susaṃgati lāhū| lokahu~ beda bidita saba kāhū|| gagana caṛhi raja pavana prasaṃgā| kīcahiṃ milai nīca jala saṃgā|| sādhu asādhu sadana suka sārīṃ| sumirahiṃ rāma dehiṃ gani gārī|| dhūma kusaṃgati kārikha hoī| likhia purāna maṃju masi soī|| soi jala anala anila saṃghātā| hoi jalada jaga jīvana dātā|| dohā/soraṭhā graha bheṣaja jala pavana paṭa pāi kujoga sujoga| hohi kubastu subastu jaga lakhahiṃ sulacchana loga||7(ka)|| sama prakāsa tama pākha duhu~ nāma bheda bidhi kīnha| sasi soṣaka poṣaka samujhi jaga jasa apajasa dīnha||7(kha)|| jaṛa cetana jaga jīva jata sakala rāmamaya jāni| baṃdau~ saba ke pada kamala sadā jori juga pāni||7(ga)|| deva danuja nara nāga khaga preta pitara gaṃdharba| baṃdau~ kiṃnara rajanicara kṛpā karahu aba sarba||7(gha)||

    Meaning

    When the Creator grants such discrimination, the mind lets go of faults and grows attached to virtues. By the force of time, of inborn temper and of past deeds, even a good man, ruled by his nature, slips from goodness; the servants of Hari take him up and mend him, crushing his sorrow and his faults and giving him a spotless name. The wicked too do good when they fall into good company, but their stained nature, unbroken, is never wiped away. Cheats of the world who are seen in a holy garb are worshipped for the power of that garb; yet at the last they are unmasked, for the pretence cannot be carried through, as it was not by Kalanemi, Ravana and Rahu. A saint, though he wear an unlovely guise, is honoured all the same, as Jambavan and Hanuman were honoured in the world. Loss from bad company and gain from good is known to everyone, in common life and in the Vedas alike. Dust rises to the sky through its fellowship with the wind, and sinks into mire through its fellowship with base water. Parrots and mynas in the houses of the good and of the wicked: the one sort call upon Rama's name, the other count out abuse. Smoke in bad company becomes soot, and that same smoke becomes the fine ink with which Puranas are written; and joining with water, fire and wind it becomes the cloud that gives the world its life. Planets, medicines, water, wind and cloth become bad things or good things in the world according as the conjunction they meet is evil or good, and discerning people mark it. Light and darkness are equal in both fortnights, yet the Creator made a difference of name: knowing the moon to be the drainer in the one and the nourisher in the other, the world gave infamy to that half and fame to this. Knowing every creature in the world, the inert and the sentient alike, to be filled with Rama, I bow always with joined palms at the lotus-feet of all. Gods, demons, men, nagas, birds, ghosts, ancestors, gandharvas, kinnaras and the rangers of the night: to all of you I bow, and now be gracious to me.

  8. Verse 8

    caupāī ākara cāri lākha caurāsī| jāti jīva jala thala nabha bāsī|| sīya rāmamaya saba jaga jānī| karau~ pranāma jori juga pānī|| jāni kṛpākara kiṃkara mohū| saba mili karahu chāṛi chala chohū|| nija budhi bala bharosa mohi nāhīṃ| tāteṃ binaya karau~ saba pāhī|| karana cahau~ raghupati guna gāhā| laghu mati mori carita avagāhā|| sūjha na ekau aṃga upāū| mana mati raṃka manoratha rāū|| mati ati nīca ū~ci ruci āchī| cahia amia jaga jurai na chāchī|| chamihahiṃ sajjana mori ḍhiṭhāī| sunihahiṃ bālabacana mana lāī|| jau bālaka kaha totari bātā| sunahiṃ mudita mana pitu aru mātā|| ha~sihahi kūra kuṭila kubicārī| je para dūṣana bhūṣanadhārī|| nija kavita kehi lāga na nīkā| sarasa hou athavā ati phīkā|| je para bhaniti sunata haraṣāhī| te bara puruṣa bahuta jaga nāhīṃ|| jaga bahu nara sara sari sama bhāī| je nija bāṛhi baṛhahiṃ jala pāī|| sajjana sakṛta siṃdhu sama koī| dekhi pūra bidhu bāṛhi joī|| dohā/soraṭhā bhāga choṭa abhilāṣu baṛa karau~ eka bisvāsa| paihahiṃ sukha suni sujana saba khala karahahiṃ upahāsa||8||

    Meaning

    The four sources of birth, the eighty-four lakh classes of living creatures that dwell in water, on land and in the air: knowing the whole world to be filled with Sita and Rama, I salute them with joined palms. Mines of mercy, count me too your servant, and all together, laying deceit aside, show me kindness. I have no trust in my own wit or strength, and so I make my plea to all. I wish to tell the tale of Raghupati's virtues, but my understanding is small and his doings are fathomless. Not one means occurs to me from any side: my mind and wit are beggars while my longing is a king. My wit is very low and my taste is high and fine; I want nectar, when in this world not even buttermilk falls to my share. Good men will forgive my presumption and will listen to my childish words with care, for when a child speaks in a lisp, its father and mother hear it with a glad heart. The cruel, the crooked and the ill-thinking will laugh, those who wear the faults of others as their ornaments. Whose own verse does not seem good to him, be it sweet or utterly flat? Those who are gladdened by hearing another's composition are excellent men, and there are not many of them in the world. Brother, most men in the world are like ponds and rivers, which swell only with their own flood when the water comes; a good man of true merit is like the ocean, and rare, for it is at the sight of the full moon that the ocean rises. My fortune is slight and my longing large, yet I hold one faith: that all good people will find joy in the hearing, while the wicked will make sport of it.

  9. Verse 9

    caupāī khala parihāsa hoi hita morā| kāka kahahiṃ kalakaṃṭha kaṭhorā|| haṃsahi baka dādura cātakahī| ha~sahiṃ malina khala bimala batakahī|| kabita rasika na rāma pada nehū| tinha kaha~ sukhada hāsa rasa ehū|| bhāṣā bhaniti bhori mati morī| ha~sibe joga ha~seṃ nahiṃ khorī|| prabhu pada prīti na sāmujhi nīkī| tinhahi kathā suni lāgahi phīkī|| hari hara pada rati mati na kutarakī| tinha kahu~ madhura kathā raghuvara kī|| rāma bhagati bhūṣita jiya~ jānī| sunihahiṃ sujana sarāhi subānī|| kabi na hou~ nahiṃ bacana prabīnū| sakala kalā saba bidyā hīnū|| ākhara aratha alaṃkṛti nānā| chaṃda prabaṃdha aneka bidhānā|| bhāva bheda rasa bheda apārā| kabita doṣa guna bibidha prakārā|| kabita bibeka eka nahiṃ moreṃ| satya kahau~ likhi kāgada kore|| dohā/soraṭhā bhaniti mori saba guna rahita bisva bidita guna eka| so bicāri sunihahiṃ sumati jinha keṃ bimala biveka||9||

    Meaning

    The mockery of the wicked will turn to my good, for crows do call the sweet-throated cuckoo harsh. Herons laugh at the swan and frogs at the chatak; stained and wicked men laugh at pure speech. For those who have no relish for poetry and no love for Rama's feet, this will serve as a pleasing occasion for laughter. My composition is in the common tongue and my wit is simple; it is fit to be laughed at, and there is no blame in laughing. To those who have neither love for the Lord's feet nor sound understanding the story will taste flat when they hear it; but to those whose hearts are set on the feet of Hari and Hara, and whose minds do not run to perverse argument, the tale of Raghuvara is sweet. Recognizing in their hearts that it is adorned with devotion to Rama, good people will hear it and praise it in fine words. I am no poet, nor am I skilled in speech; I am void of every art and every branch of learning. Letters and their meanings, the many figures of speech, the metres and the many ways of building a poem, the endless distinctions of feeling and of sentiment, the various faults and merits of verse: of the poet's discernment I have not one particle, and I say it truly, setting it down on blank paper. My composition is bereft of every merit, yet it holds one merit famed throughout the universe; weighing that, those of good sense and clear judgement will listen to it.

  10. Verse 10

    caupāī ehi maha~ raghupati nāma udārā| ati pāvana purāna śruti sārā|| maṃgala bhavana amaṃgala hārī| umā sahita jehi japata purārī|| bhaniti bicitra sukabi kṛta joū| rāma nāma binu soha na soū|| bidhubadanī saba bhā~ti sa~vārī| sona na basana binā bara nārī|| saba guna rahita kukabi kṛta bānī| rāma nāma jasa aṃkita jānī|| sādara kahahiṃ sunahiṃ budha tāhī| madhukara sarisa saṃta gunagrāhī|| jadapi kabita rasa ekau nāhī| rāma pratāpa prakaṭa ehi māhīṃ|| soi bharosa moreṃ mana āvā| kehiṃ na susaṃga baḍappanu pāvā|| dhūmau tajai sahaja karuāī| agaru prasaṃga sugaṃdha basāī|| bhaniti bhadesa bastu bhali baranī| rāma kathā jaga maṃgala karanī||

    Meaning

    Within it is the generous name of Raghupati, most purifying, the very essence of the Puranas and the Vedas, the house of blessing and the remover of all that is inauspicious, the name that the Foe of the Three Cities repeats along with Uma. A composition may be striking and the work of a fine poet, yet without Rama's name it has no beauty; a woman may be moon-faced and adorned in every way, yet a fair woman does not look well without her garments. The speech of a poor poet may lack every merit, but knowing it to be stamped with Rama's name and glory the wise recite it and hear it with reverence, for saints are like bees and take in only what is good. Though there is not a drop of poetic flavour in this, Rama's majesty stands plain within it. That is the confidence that came into my mind, for who has not gained greatness from good company? Even smoke gives up its natural acridity and is scented sweet by its contact with aloe-wood. My composition is uncouth, but the matter it describes is excellent: the story of Rama, which works blessing for the world.

  11. Verse 11

    caupāī mani mānika mukutā chabi jaisī| ahi giri gaja sira soha na taisī|| nṛpa kirīṭa tarunī tanu pāī| lahahiṃ sakala sobhā adhikāī|| taisehiṃ sukabi kabita budha kahahīṃ| upajahiṃ anata anata chabi lahahīṃ|| bhagati hetu bidhi bhavana bihāī| sumirata sārada āvati dhāī|| rāma carita sara binu anhavāe~| so śrama jāi na koṭi upāe~|| kabi kobida asa hṛdaya~ bicārī| gāvahiṃ hari jasa kali mala hārī|| kīnheṃ prākṛta jana guna gānā| sira dhuni girā lagata pachitānā|| hṛdaya siṃdhu mati sīpa samānā| svāti sāradā kahahiṃ sujānā|| jauṃ baraṣai bara bāri bicārū| hohiṃ kabita mukutāmani cārū|| dohā/soraṭhā juguti bedhi puni pohiahiṃ rāmacarita bara tāga| pahirahiṃ sajjana bimala ura sobhā ati anurāga||11||

    Meaning

    Gem, ruby and pearl have a beauty of their own, yet they do not shine so upon the head of a serpent, a mountain or an elephant; set in a king's crown or worn on the body of a young woman, they all take on a greater splendour. Just so, say the wise, is the verse of a good poet: its words are born in one place and win their beauty in another. For devotion's sake Sharada leaves Brahma's abode and comes running the moment she is remembered; and without a bath in the lake of Rama's deeds that weariness of hers is not removed by ten million remedies. Poets and scholars, weighing this in their hearts, sing the glory of Hari, which carries off the filth of the Kali age; for when the virtues of a mere mortal are sung, the goddess of speech beats her head and repents. The heart is like the sea, the wise say, the intellect like the oyster-shell and Sharada like the star Svati: if the fine water of true reflection rains down, then poems take shape as lovely pearls. Pierced with skill and strung upon the fair thread of Rama's deeds, they are worn by good men upon their pure breasts, and the beauty of them is boundless love.

  12. Verse 12

    caupāī je janame kalikāla karālā| karataba bāyasa beṣa marālā|| calata kupaṃtha beda maga chā~ṛe| kapaṭa kalevara kali mala bhā~ṛeṃ|| baṃcaka bhagata kahāi rāma ke| kiṃkara kaṃcana koha kāma ke|| tinha maha~ prathama rekha jaga morī| dhīṃga dharamadhvaja dhaṃdhaka dhorī|| jauṃ apane avaguna saba kahaū~| bāṛhi kathā pāra nahiṃ lahaū~|| tāte maiṃ ati alapa bakhāne| thore mahu~ jānihahiṃ sayāne|| samujhi bibidhi bidhi binatī morī| kou na kathā suni deihi khorī|| etehu para karihahiṃ je asaṃkā| mohi te adhika te jaṛa mati raṃkā|| kabi na hou~ nahiṃ catura kahāvau~| mati anurūpa rāma guna gāvau~|| kaha~ raghupati ke carita apārā| kaha~ mati mori nirata saṃsārā|| jehiṃ māruta giri meru uṛāhīṃ| kahahu tūla kehi lekhe māhīṃ|| samujhata amita rāma prabhutāī| karata kathā mana ati kadarāī|| dohā/soraṭhā sārada sesa mahesa bidhi āgama nigama purāna| neti neti kahi jāsu guna karahiṃ niraṃtara gāna||12||

    Meaning

    There are those born in the dreadful age of Kali whose deeds are a crow's while their guise is a swan's, who walk crooked ways having left the road of the Vedas, whose bodies are made of fraud and are vessels for the filth of Kali; cheats who get themselves called devotees of Rama while they serve gold, anger and lust. Among such men my own name stands first in the world: a bully, a flaunter of the flag of piety, a chief bearer of the load of knavery. If I were to tell all my own faults the account would grow and I should never come to the end of it, and so I have set down very few, for the wise will understand from a little. Considering my plea, made in so many ways, no one will hear the story and lay blame; and those who cavil at it even after all this are duller than I am and greater beggars in wit. I am no poet, nor do I get myself called clever; I sing Rama's virtues as far as my wit allows. Where are the boundless deeds of Raghupati, and where this mind of mine, sunk in worldliness! Before a wind that whirls away mountains like Meru, tell me, of what account is a tuft of cotton? Measuring Rama's immeasurable greatness, my mind shrinks utterly from the telling of the tale. Sharada, Shesha, Mahesha and Brahma, the Agamas, the Vedas and the Puranas sing his virtues without cease, saying always, 'Not this, not this.'

  13. Verse 13

    caupāī saba jānata prabhu prabhutā soī| tadapi kaheṃ binu rahā na koī|| tahā~ beda asa kārana rākhā| bhajana prabhāu bhā~ti bahu bhāṣā|| eka anīha arūpa anāmā| aja saccidānaṃda para dhāmā|| byāpaka bisvarūpa bhagavānā| tehiṃ dhari deha carita kṛta nānā|| so kevala bhagatana hita lāgī| parama kṛpāla pranata anurāgī|| jehi jana para mamatā ati chohū| jehiṃ karunā kari kīnha na kohū|| gaī bahora garība nevājū| sarala sabala sāhiba raghurājū|| budha baranahiṃ hari jasa asa jānī| karahi punīta suphala nija bānī|| tehiṃ bala maiṃ raghupati guna gāthā| kahihau~ nāi rāma pada māthā|| muninha prathama hari kīrati gāī| tehiṃ maga calata sugama mohi bhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā ati apāra je sarita bara jauṃ nṛpa setu karāhiṃ| caḍhi pipīlikau parama laghu binu śrama pārahi jāhiṃ||13||

    Meaning

    All know that greatness of the Lord, and yet not one has been able to keep from speaking of it. The Vedas have set down this very reason for it, and have declared the power of devotion in many ways. He is one, without desire, without form, without name, unborn, being and consciousness and bliss, the supreme abode; He is all-pervading, the Lord whose body is the universe. Yet He has taken on a body and done many deeds, and that only for the good of His devotees, being supremely merciful and tender towards all who bow before Him. His affection and pity for His servants are boundless, and in His mercy He has never given way to anger. He restores what has been lost, He cherishes the poor, He is guileless and mighty, the master and king of the Raghus. Knowing this, the wise recount Hari's glory and so make their own speech holy and fruitful. On that strength I too, laying my head at Rama's feet, shall tell the story of Raghupati's virtues. The sages sang Hari's fame before me, and travelling that road is easy for me, brother. When kings throw a bridge across a vast and boundless river, even the tiniest ant climbs on and crosses over without any labour.

  14. Verse 14

    caupāī ehi prakāra bala manahi dekhāī| karihau~ raghupati kathā suhāī|| byāsa ādi kabi puṃgava nānā| jinha sādara hari sujasa bakhānā|| carana kamala baṃdau~ tinha kere| puravahu~ sakala manoratha mere|| kali ke kabinha karau~ paranāmā| jinha barane raghupati guna grāmā|| je prākṛta kabi parama sayāne| bhāṣā~ jinha hari carita bakhāne|| bhae je ahahiṃ je hoihahiṃ āgeṃ| pranavau~ sabahiṃ kapaṭa saba tyāgeṃ|| hohu prasanna dehu baradānū| sādhu samāja bhaniti sanamānū|| jo prabaṃdha budha nahiṃ ādarahīṃ| so śrama bādi bāla kabi karahīṃ|| kīrati bhaniti bhūti bhali soī| surasari sama saba kaha~ hita hoī|| rāma sukīrati bhaniti bhadesā| asamaṃjasa asa mohi a~desā|| tumharī kṛpā sulabha sou more| siani suhāvani ṭāṭa paṭore|| dohā/soraṭhā sarala kabita kīrati bimala soi ādarahiṃ sujāna| sahaja bayara bisarāi ripu jo suni karahiṃ bakhāna||14(ka)|| so na hoi binu bimala mati mohi mati bala ati thora| karahu kṛpā hari jasa kahau~ puni puni karau~ nihora||14(kha)|| kabi kobida raghubara carita mānasa maṃju marāla| bāla binaya suni suruci lakhi mopara hohu kṛpāla||14(ga)|| baṃdau~ muni pada kaṃju rāmāyana jehiṃ niramayau| sakhara sukomala maṃju doṣa rahita dūṣana sahita||14(gha)|| baṃdau~ cāriu beda bhava bāridhi bohita sarisa| jinhahi na sapanehu~ kheda baranata raghubara bisada jasu||14(ṅa)|| baṃdau~ bidhi pada renu bhava sāgara jehi kīnha jaha~| saṃta sudhā sasi dhenu pragaṭe khala biṣa bārunī||14(ca)|| bibudha bipra budha graha carana baṃdi kahau~ kara jori| hoi prasanna puravahu sakala maṃju manoratha mori||14(cha)||

    Meaning

    Having heartened my mind in this way, I shall set out the sweet story of Raghupati. Vyasa and the many other bulls among poets, who reverently told out Hari's fair glory, I bow at their lotus feet; may they fulfil every wish of mine. I salute the poets of this age of Kali who have described the whole host of Raghupati's virtues, and those most accomplished poets of the common tongue who told Hari's deeds in the speech of the people. To all who have been, who are, and who are yet to come I bow, laying every deceit aside. Be pleased, and grant me this boon, that my verse find honour in the company of the good. A composition the wise will not honour is labour spent for nothing, the work of an unripe poet. That fame, that verse, that fortune alone is good which, like the river of the gods, does good to everyone. Rama's glory is beautiful and my speech is coarse; such incongruity is my misgiving. Yet by your grace even this becomes easy for me, a seam so lovely that it joins sackcloth to silk. The discerning honour only poetry that is plain and whose fame is spotless, poetry that an enemy, forgetting his natural enmity, praises the moment he hears it. That cannot happen without a clear intellect, and the strength of my wit is very small; be gracious to me, that I may tell Hari's glory, and again and again I make this entreaty. Poets and scholars, you are lovely swans upon the Manasa lake of Raghubara's deeds; hear a child's plea, mark his sincere liking, and be gracious to me. I bow at the lotus feet of the sage who fashioned the Ramayana, a work that has Khara in it and yet is gentle and lovely, free of every fault and yet containing Dushana. I bow to the four Vedas, which are like ships upon the ocean of worldly existence, and which never even in dream grow weary of describing Raghubara's shining fame. I bow to the dust of the Creator's feet, who made this world an ocean in which saints came forth as nectar and moon and the wish-yielding cow, and the wicked as poison and wine. Bowing at the feet of the gods, the brahmins, the learned and the planets, I say with folded hands: be pleased, and fulfil all my fair desires.

  15. Verse 15

    caupāī puni baṃdau~ sārada surasaritā| jugala punīta manohara caritā|| majjana pāna pāpa hara ekā| kahata sunata eka hara abibekā|| gura pitu mātu mahesa bhavānī| pranavau~ dīnabaṃdhu dina dānī|| sevaka svāmi sakhā siya pī ke| hita nirupadhi saba bidhi tulasīke|| kali biloki jaga hita hara girijā| sābara maṃtra jāla jinha sirijā|| anamila ākhara aratha na jāpū| pragaṭa prabhāu mahesa pratāpū|| so umesa mohi para anukūlā| karihiṃ kathā muda maṃgala mūlā|| sumiri sivā siva pāi pasāū| baranau~ rāmacarita cita cāū|| bhaniti mori siva kṛpā~ bibhātī| sasi samāja mili manahu~ surātī|| je ehi kathahi saneha sametā| kahihahiṃ sunihahiṃ samujhi sacetā|| hoihahiṃ rāma carana anurāgī| kali mala rahita sumaṃgala bhāgī|| dohā/soraṭhā sapanehu~ sācehu~ mohi para jauṃ hara gauri pasāu| tau phura hou jo kaheu~ saba bhāṣā bhaniti prabhāu||15||

    Meaning

    Next I bow to Sharada and to the river of the gods, both of them holy and of charming ways. The one takes away sin when men bathe in her and drink her water; the other takes away want of discernment when she is spoken and heard. I bow to Mahesha and Bhavani, who are my guru, my father and my mother, friends of the lowly and givers day after day, servant and master and friend of Sita's husband, and in every way the guileless well-wishers of Tulsidas. Seeing the age of Kali, Hara and Girija created for the world's good the whole web of Shabara mantras. Their syllables are ill-matched, without sense and without proper muttering, and yet their power stands plain; such is the majesty of Mahesha. May that Lord of Uma be favourable to me, and make this story the root of gladness and blessing. Remembering Shiva and Shiva's consort and receiving their grace, with eagerness in my heart I describe the deeds of Rama. By Shiva's grace my poem will shine out, as a night is made lovely when the moon comes to it with all his company. Those who with love, and with understanding awake in them, tell this story and hear it will grow devoted to Rama's feet, cleansed of the impurity of the Kali age and heirs to every blessing. If in dream or in waking truth Hara and Gauri are gracious to me, then let all that I have said about the power of a poem in the common tongue come true.

  16. Verse 16

    caupāī baṃdau~ avadha purī ati pāvani| sarajū sari kali kaluṣa nasāvani|| pranavau~ pura nara nāri bahorī| mamatā jinha para prabhuhi na thorī|| siya niṃdaka agha ogha nasāe| loka bisoka banāi basāe|| baṃdau~ kausalyā disi prācī| kīrati jāsu sakala jaga mācī|| pragaṭeu jaha~ raghupati sasi cārū| bisva sukhada khala kamala tusārū|| dasaratha rāu sahita saba rānī| sukṛta sumaṃgala mūrati mānī|| karau~ pranāma karama mana bānī| karahu kṛpā suta sevaka jānī|| jinhahi biraci baṛa bhayau bidhātā| mahimā avadhi rāma pitu mātā|| dohā/soraṭhā baṃdau~ avadha bhuāla satya prema jehi rāma pada| bichurata dīnadayāla priya tanu tṛna iva parihareu||16||

    Meaning

    I bow to the city of Ayodhya, holy beyond measure, and to the river Sarayu, who destroys the taint of the Kali age. Next I bow to the men and women of that city, for whom the Lord's affection is not small; He wiped out the whole mass of sins even of those who had spoken ill of Sita, and settled them in a world where sorrow does not come. I bow to Kaushalya, the eastern quarter whose fame has spread through all the world, and in which the lovely moon of Raghupati rose, joy of the universe and frost upon the lotus of the wicked. King Dasharatha with all his queens I hold to be the very image of merit and of blessing; in deed, in mind and in word I salute them, and pray them to show me favour, counting me their son and servant. By fashioning them the Creator himself grew great. They are the utmost limit of glory, the father and mother of Rama. I bow to the king of Ayodhya, whose love for Rama's feet was true, and who, when he was parted from the merciful Lord, gave up his dear body as though it were a blade of grass.

  17. Verse 17

    caupāī pranavau~ parijana sahita bidehū| jāhi rāma pada gūṛha sanehū|| joga bhoga maha~ rākheu goī| rāma bilokata pragaṭeu soī|| pranavau~ prathama bharata ke caranā| jāsu nema brata jāi na baranā|| rāma carana paṃkaja mana jāsū| lubudha madhupa iva tajai na pāsū|| baṃdau~ lachimana pada jalajātā| sītala subhaga bhagata sukha dātā|| raghupati kīrati bimala patākā| daṃḍa samāna bhayau jasa jākā|| seṣa sahastrasīsa jaga kārana| jo avatareu bhūmi bhaya ṭārana|| sadā so sānukūla raha mo para| kṛpāsiṃdhu saumitri gunākara|| ripusūdana pada kamala namāmī| sūra susīla bharata anugāmī|| mahāvīra binavau~ hanumānā| rāma jāsu jasa āpa bakhānā|| dohā/soraṭhā pranavau~ pavanakumāra khala bana pāvaka gyānadhana| jāsu hṛdaya āgāra basahiṃ rāma sara cāpa dhara||17||

    Meaning

    I bow to Videha with all his household, whose love for Rama's feet ran deep; he kept it hidden away amid yoga and enjoyment, and at the sight of Rama it came out into the open. First I bow at the feet of Bharata, whose observances and vows are past describing, whose mind clings like a greedy bee to Rama's lotus feet and will not leave their side. I bow to the lotus feet of Lakshmana, cool and lovely and giving joy to devotees, whose own fame became like the staff that carries the spotless banner of Raghupati's glory. He is thousand-headed Shesha, the ground of the world, who came down to take away the earth's terror; may he, the son of Sumitra, ocean of mercy and mine of virtues, be always favourable to me. I bow to the lotus feet of Ripusudana, brave and well-mannered, who walked in Bharata's steps, and I make my prayer to the great hero Hanuman, whose fame Rama Himself has told out. I bow to the son of the Wind, fire to the forest of the wicked and a mass of wisdom, in whose heart, as in a dwelling house, Rama abides bearing bow and arrow.

  18. Verse 18

    caupāī kapipati rīcha nisācara rājā| aṃgadādi je kīsa samājā|| baṃdau~ saba ke carana suhāe| adhama sarīra rāma jinha pāe|| raghupati carana upāsaka jete| khaga mṛga sura nara asura samete|| baṃdau~ pada saroja saba kere| je binu kāma rāma ke cere|| suka sanakādi bhagata muni nārada| je munibara bigyāna bisārada|| pranavau~ sabahiṃ dharani dhari sīsā| karahu kṛpā jana jāni munīsā|| janakasutā jaga janani jānakī| atisaya priya karunā nidhāna kī|| tāke juga pada kamala manāvau~| jāsu kṛpā~ niramala mati pāvau~|| puni mana bacana karma raghunāyaka| carana kamala baṃdau~ saba lāyaka|| rājivanayana dhareṃ dhanu sāyaka| bhagata bipati bhaṃjana sukha dāyaka|| dohā/soraṭhā girā aratha jala bīci sama kahiata bhinna na bhinna| badau~ sītā rāma pada jinhahi parama priya khinna||18||

    Meaning

    The lord of the monkeys, the king of the bears, the king of the night-rangers, and the whole assembly of monkeys with Angada at their head, I bow at all their fair feet, for in lowly bodies they won Rama. As many as worship Raghupati's feet, birds and beasts, gods and men and demons together, I bow at the lotus feet of every one of them, who are Rama's servants with no desire of their own. Shuka, Sanaka and the rest, the devotee-sage Narada, and those great sages who are versed in true knowledge, I bow to them all, setting my head upon the ground: be gracious, lords of sages, and know me for your servant. Janaka's daughter Janaki is the mother of the world, and exceedingly dear to the treasury of compassion; I entreat her two lotus feet, by whose grace I may win a spotless mind. Then in thought, in word and in deed I bow to the lotus feet of Raghunayaka, who is able in every way, the lotus-eyed one bearing bow and arrows, breaker of His devotees' distress and giver of joy. As speech and its meaning, as water and its wave, are called separate and are yet not separate, so I bow at the feet of Sita and Rama, to whom the afflicted are supremely dear.

  19. Verse 19

    caupāī baṃdau~ nāma rāma raghuvara ko| hetu kṛsānu bhānu himakara ko|| bidhi hari haramaya beda prāna so| aguna anūpama guna nidhāna so|| mahāmaṃtra joi japata mahesū| kāsīṃ mukuti hetu upadesū|| mahimā jāsu jāna ganarāu| prathama pūjiata nāma prabhāū|| jāna ādikabi nāma pratāpū| bhayau suddha kari ulaṭā jāpū|| sahasa nāma sama suni siva bānī| japi jeī piya saṃga bhavānī|| haraṣe hetu heri hara hī ko| kiya bhūṣana tiya bhūṣana tī ko|| nāma prabhāu jāna siva nīko| kālakūṭa phalu dīnha amī ko|| dohā/soraṭhā baraṣā ritu raghupati bhagati tulasī sāli sudāsa|| rāma nāma bara barana juga sāvana bhādava māsa||19||

    Meaning

    I bow to the name Rama, the name of the best of the Raghus, which is the source of fire, sun and moon. That name is Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva in essence and the very life of the Vedas; itself beyond attributes and beyond compare, it is the storehouse of all virtue. It is the great mantra that Mahesha himself repeats, and which at Kashi he imparts as the means of liberation. Ganesha knows its greatness, for it is by the power of the Name that he is worshipped before all others. The first poet knew the majesty of the Name, and became pure by repeating it reversed. Hearing from Shiva's own lips that this single name equals a thousand names, Bhavani repeats it along with her beloved. Seeing that love, Hara rejoiced at heart and made her, who is the ornament of women, his own ornament. Shiva knows well what the Name can do, for to him the kalakuta poison yielded the fruit of nectar. Tulsi says: devotion to Raghupati is the rainy season and the good devotees are the standing rice, while the two excellent letters of Rama's name are the months of Sawan and Bhadon.

  20. Verse 20

    caupāī ākhara madhura manohara doū| barana bilocana jana jiya joū|| sumirata sulabha sukhada saba kāhū| loka lāhu paraloka nibāhū|| kahata sunata sumirata suṭhi nīke| rāma lakhana sama priya tulasī ke|| baranata barana prīti bilagātī| brahma jīva sama sahaja sa~ghātī|| nara nārāyana sarisa subhrātā| jaga pālaka biseṣi jana trātā|| bhagati sutiya kala karana bibhūṣana| jaga hita hetu bimala bidhu pūṣana | svāda toṣa sama sugati sudhā ke| kamaṭha seṣa sama dhara basudhā ke|| jana mana maṃju kaṃja madhukara se| jīha jasomati hari haladhara se|| dohā/soraṭhā eku chatru eku mukuṭamani saba baranani para jou| tulasī raghubara nāma ke barana birājata dou||20||

    Meaning

    Both letters of the name are sweet and enchanting, the very eyes of the alphabet and the life of a devotee's heart. They are easy to call to mind and give joy to everyone, gain in this world and support in the next. To speak them, to hear them, to remember them is altogether good; to Tulsi they are dear as Rama and Lakshmana. In the uttering the two letters stand apart, yet in love they are natural companions, like Brahman and the individual soul. They are like the noble brothers Nara and Narayana, sustainers of the world and rescuers of devotees above all. For Devotion, that fair lady, they are lovely ear-ornaments; for the welfare of the world they are the spotless moon and the sun. In sweetness and in the contentment they give they equal the nectar of blessed release, and like the tortoise and Shesha they bear up the earth. Upon the lovely lotus of a devotee's mind they are like bees, and upon the tongue, which is their Yashoda, they are Hari and Haladhara. Tulsi says: one stands like an umbrella and the other like a crest-jewel above all letters, and so the two letters of Raghubara's name shine out.

  21. Verse 21

    caupāī samujhata sarisa nāma aru nāmī| prīti parasapara prabhu anugāmī|| nāma rūpa dui īsa upādhī| akatha anādi susāmujhi sādhī|| ko baṛa choṭa kahata aparādhū| suni guna bheda samujhihahiṃ sādhū|| dekhiahiṃ rūpa nāma ādhīnā| rūpa gyāna nahiṃ nāma bihīnā|| rūpa biseṣa nāma binu jāneṃ| karatala gata na parahiṃ pahicāneṃ|| sumiria nāma rūpa binu dekheṃ| āvata hṛdaya~ saneha biseṣeṃ|| nāma rūpa gati akatha kahānī| samujhata sukhada na parati bakhānī|| aguna saguna bica nāma susākhī| ubhaya prabodhaka catura dubhāṣī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma nāma manidīpa dharu jīha deharī dvāra| tulasī bhītara bāherahu~ jauṃ cāhasi ujiāra||21||

    Meaning

    Rightly understood, the name and the one who bears it are alike, and there is mutual love between them, yet the Lord walks behind His own name. Name and form are the two designations of God, untellable and beginningless, established only by sound understanding. To call one greater and the other smaller is an offence; hearing of their several qualities, the good will understand for themselves. Forms are seen to be dependent on the name, and there is no knowledge of a form without its name. A particular form, if its name is not known, is not recognized even when it lies in one's own palm. But remember the name without seeing the form, and the form enters the heart with a special tenderness. The working of name and form is a tale that cannot be told, delightful to grasp yet beyond describing. Between the unqualified and the qualified the name is a true witness, a skilled interpreter that makes both known. Tulsi says: if you would have light within and without alike, set the jewel-lamp of Rama's name upon the threshold of the tongue at the door.

  22. Verse 22

    caupāī nāma jīha~ japi jāgahiṃ jogī| birati biraṃci prapaṃca biyogī|| brahmasukhahi anubhavahiṃ anūpā| akatha anāmaya nāma na rūpā|| jānā cahahiṃ gūṛha gati jeū| nāma jīha~ japi jānahiṃ teū|| sādhaka nāma japahiṃ laya lāe~| hohiṃ siddha animādika pāe~|| japahiṃ nāmu jana ārata bhārī| miṭahiṃ kusaṃkaṭa hohiṃ sukhārī|| rāma bhagata jaga cāri prakārā| sukṛtī cāriu anagha udārā|| cahū catura kahu~ nāma adhārā| gyānī prabhuhi biseṣi piārā|| cahu~ juga cahu~ śruti nā prabhāū| kali biseṣi nahiṃ āna upāū|| dohā/soraṭhā sakala kāmanā hīna je rāma bhagati rasa līna| nāma suprema piyūṣa hada tinhahu~ kie mana mīna||22||

    Meaning

    Yogis who are dispassionate and cut off from Brahma's whole creation keep their vigil repeating the Name upon the tongue, and they taste an incomparable bliss of Brahman, unspeakable, untainted, without name or form. Those who wish to know that hidden way come to know it too by repeating the Name upon the tongue. Seekers who repeat the Name in deep absorption become perfected and gain the powers that begin with anima. Devotees in heavy affliction who repeat the Name see their worst calamities end and grow happy. Rama's devotees in this world are of four kinds, and all four are meritorious, sinless and generous. For all four of these wise ones the Name is the support, and among them the man of knowledge is especially dear to the Lord. Through the four ages and the four Vedas the glory of the Name holds good, and in Kali above all there is no other means. Those who are utterly free of desire and steeped in the delight of devotion to Rama have made their minds fishes in the nectar-lake of loving attachment to the Name.

  23. Verse 23

    caupāī aguna saguna dui brahma sarūpā| akatha agādha anādi anūpā|| moreṃ mata baṛa nāmu duhū teṃ| kie jehiṃ juga nija basa nija būteṃ|| proṛhi sujana jani jānahiṃ jana kī| kahau~ pratīti prīti ruci mana kī|| eku dārugata dekhia ekū| pāvaka sama juga brahma bibekū|| ubhaya agama juga sugama nāma teṃ| kaheu~ nāmu baṛa brahma rāma teṃ|| byāpaku eku brahma abināsī| sata cetana dhana āna~da rāsī|| asa prabhu hṛdaya~ achata abikārī| sakala jīva jaga dīna dukhārī|| nāma nirūpana nāma jatana teṃ| sou pragaṭata jimi mola ratana teṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā niraguna teṃ ehi bhā~ti baṛa nāma prabhāu apāra| kahau~ nāmu baṛa rāma teṃ nija bicāra anusāra||23||

    Meaning

    Brahman has two forms, the unqualified and the qualified, and both are untellable, unfathomable, without beginning and beyond compare. In my judgement the Name is greater than the two, for by its own strength it has brought that pair under its sway. Let good people not take this for a servant's boasting; I am speaking the conviction, the love and the liking of my own mind. One fire is seen lying hidden in wood and the other openly, and the discernment of the two Brahmans is to be understood in the same way. Both are hard of access and both are made easy by the Name, and that is why I have called the Name greater than Brahman and greater than Rama. Brahman is one, all-pervading and imperishable, being and consciousness, a dense mass of bliss. Though such an unchanging Lord dwells within the heart, every creature in the world remains wretched and unhappy. It is by the setting forth of the Name and by the practice of the Name that He too becomes manifest, as worth is made manifest by a jewel. In this way the boundless power of the Name is greater than the unqualified Brahman; and according to my own reflection I say that the Name is greater than Rama.

  24. Verse 24

    caupāī rāma bhagata hita nara tanu dhārī| sahi saṃkaṭa kie sādhu sukhārī|| nāmu saprema japata anayāsā| bhagata hohiṃ muda maṃgala bāsā|| rāma eka tāpasa tiya tārī| nāma koṭi khala kumati sudhārī|| riṣi hita rāma suketusutā kī| sahita sena suta kīnha bibākī|| sahita doṣa dukha dāsa durāsā| dalai nāmu jimi rabi nisi nāsā|| bhaṃjeu rāma āpu bhava cāpū| bhava bhaya bhaṃjana nāma pratāpū|| daṃḍaka banu prabhu kīnha suhāvana| jana mana amita nāma kie pāvana||| nisicara nikara dale raghunaṃdana| nāmu sakala kali kaluṣa nikaṃdana|| dohā/soraṭhā sabarī gīdha susevakani sugati dīnhi raghunātha| nāma udhāre amita khala beda bidita guna gātha||24||

    Meaning

    Rama took a human body for the good of His devotees and, bearing hardship, made the righteous happy; but by repeating the Name with love, and with no effort at all, devotees themselves become the dwelling of joy and blessing. Rama redeemed one ascetic's wife, while the Name has mended the crooked minds of ten million wicked men. For the sage's sake Rama settled the account of Suketu's daughter along with her son and her army; but the Name crushes the vain hopes of its servants together with their faults and their sorrows, as the sun destroys the night. Rama Himself broke Shiva's bow, while the might of the Name shatters the fear of worldly existence. The Lord made the Dandaka forest fair, while the Name has made the minds of countless devotees pure. Raghunandana crushed the hordes of night-rangers, while the Name is the destroyer of every impurity of Kali. Raghunatha granted blessed release to Shabari, to the vulture and to His other good servants; the Name has delivered wicked men past counting, and the tale of its virtues is known to the Vedas.

  25. Verse 25

    caupāī rāma sukaṃṭha bibhīṣana doū| rākhe sarana jāna sabu koū|| nāma garība aneka nevāje| loka beda bara birida birāje|| rāma bhālu kapi kaṭaku baṭorā| setu hetu śramu kīnha na thorā|| nāmu leta bhavasiṃdhu sukhāhīṃ| karahu bicāru sujana mana māhīṃ|| rāma sakula rana rāvanu mārā| sīya sahita nija pura pagu dhārā|| rājā rāmu avadha rajadhānī| gāvata guna sura muni bara bānī|| sevaka sumirata nāmu saprītī| binu śrama prabala moha dalu jītī|| phirata saneha~ magana sukha apaneṃ| nāma prasāda soca nahiṃ sapaneṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā brahma rāma teṃ nāmu baṛa bara dāyaka bara dāni| rāmacarita sata koṭi maha~ liya mahesa jiya~ jāni||25||

    Meaning

    Rama sheltered both Sugriva and Vibhishana, and everyone knows it; but the Name has favoured many a lowly creature, and its noble renown shines out in the world and in the Vedas alike. Rama mustered an army of bears and monkeys and took no small trouble over the bridge; yet at the mere uttering of the Name the ocean of birth and death dries up — weigh this in your minds, good people. Rama slew Ravana with all his clan in battle and set foot in his own city with Sita; Rama is king and Ayodhya his capital, and gods and sages sing his virtues in choicest speech. But the servant who lovingly remembers the Name conquers the mighty host of delusion without any effort at all, and goes about steeped in love and in a happiness of his own, so that by the Name's grace no anxiety touches him even in a dream. The Name is greater than Brahma and greater than Rama: it is the giver of boons to the givers of boons. Out of Rama's story in all its hundred crore extent, Mahesha, knowing this in his heart, took the Name for himself.

  26. Verse 26

    caupāī nāma prasāda saṃbhu abināsī| sāju amaṃgala maṃgala rāsī|| suka sanakādi siddha muni jogī| nāma prasāda brahmasukha bhogī|| nārada jāneu nāma pratāpū| jaga priya hari hari hara priya āpū|| nāmu japata prabhu kīnha prasādū| bhagata siromani bhe prahalādū|| dhruva~ sagalāni japeu hari nāū~| pāyau acala anūpama ṭhāū~|| sumiri pavanasuta pāvana nāmū| apane basa kari rākhe rāmū|| apatu ajāmilu gaju ganikāū| bhae mukuta hari nāma prabhāū|| kahauṃ kahā~ lagi nāma baṛāī| rāmu na sakahiṃ nāma guna gāī|| dohā/soraṭhā nāmu rāma ko kalapataru kali kalyāna nivāsu| jo sumirata bhayo bhā~ga teṃ tulasī tulasīdāsu||26||

    Meaning

    By the grace of the Name Shambhu is undying, and though all his trappings are inauspicious he is himself a mass of auspiciousness. Shuka, Sanaka and his brothers, the perfected ones, sages and yogis, all enjoy the bliss of Brahman by the grace of the Name. Narada came to know the Name's power: Hari is dear to the world, and Narada himself is dear to both Hari and Hara. By repeating the Name Prahlada won the Lord's favour and became the crest-jewel of devotees. Dhruva, smarting under his humiliation, repeated Hari's name and gained a fixed and matchless station. The Wind's son, remembering the purifying Name, kept Rama himself subject to him. The outcast Ajamila, the elephant and the courtesan were all set free by the power of Hari's name. How far can I tell the greatness of the Name, when even Rama cannot sing the Name's virtues to the end? Rama's Name is the wish-yielding tree and the dwelling-place of welfare in the age of Kali; by remembering it Tulsidas, who was mere hemp, became the tulsi plant.

  27. Verse 27

    caupāī cahu~ juga tīni kāla tihu~ lokā| bhae nāma japi jīva bisokā|| beda purāna saṃta mata ehū| sakala sukṛta phala rāma sanehū|| dhyānu prathama juga makhabidhi dūjeṃ| dvāpara paritoṣata prabhu pūjeṃ|| kali kevala mala mūla malīnā| pāpa payonidhi jana mana mīnā|| nāma kāmataru kāla karālā| sumirata samana sakala jaga jālā|| rāma nāma kali abhimata dātā| hita paraloka loka pitu mātā|| nahiṃ kali karama na bhagati bibekū| rāma nāma avalaṃbana ekū|| kālanemi kali kapaṭa nidhānū| nāma sumati samaratha hanumānū|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma nāma narakesarī kanakakasipu kalikāla| jāpaka jana prahalāda jimi pālihi dali surasāla||27||

    Meaning

    In all four ages, in the three divisions of time and in the three worlds, souls have passed beyond sorrow by repeating the Name; and this is the verdict of the Vedas, the Puranas and the saints, that love for Rama is the fruit of every good deed. In the first age meditation availed, in the second the rite of sacrifice, in Dvapara the Lord was contented by worship; but Kali is nothing but filth, the very root of foulness, an ocean of sin in which the minds of men swim about like fish. In this dreadful age the Name is the wish-fulfilling tree, and remembrance of it destroys every snare of the world. In Kali, Rama's name grants whatever is desired; it is a benefactor in the world beyond and mother and father in this one. In Kali there is neither ritual action nor devotion nor discernment: the Name of Rama is the one support. Kali is Kalanemi, a hoard of deceit, and the Name is wise and mighty Hanuman. Rama's name is the man-lion and the age of Kali is Hiranyakashipu; as it protected Prahlada, so it will guard the man who recites it, tearing apart the tormentor of the gods.

  28. Verse 28

    caupāī bhāya~ kubhāya~ anakha ālasahū~| nāma japata maṃgala disi dasahū~|| sumiri so nāma rāma guna gāthā| karau~ nāi raghunāthahi māthā|| mori sudhārihi so saba bhā~tī| jāsu kṛpā nahiṃ kṛpā~ aghātī|| rāma susvāmi kusevaku moso| nija disi daikhi dayānidhi poso|| lokahu~ beda susāhiba rītīṃ| binaya sunata pahicānata prītī|| ganī garība grāmanara nāgara| paṃḍita mūṛha malīna ujāgara|| sukabi kukabi nija mati anuhārī| nṛpahi sarāhata saba nara nārī|| sādhu sujāna susīla nṛpālā| īsa aṃsa bhava parama kṛpālā|| suni sanamānahiṃ sabahi subānī| bhaniti bhagati nati gati pahicānī|| yaha prākṛta mahipāla subhāū| jāna siromani kosalarāū|| rījhata rāma saneha nisoteṃ| ko jaga maṃda malinamati moteṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā saṭha sevaka kī prīti ruci rakhihahiṃ rāma kṛpālu| upala kie jalajāna jehiṃ saciva sumati kapi bhālu||28(ka)|| hauhu kahāvata sabu kahata rāma sahata upahāsa| sāhiba sītānātha so sevaka tulasīdāsa||28(kha)||

    Meaning

    Whether it is uttered with good intent or ill, in spite or even in sheer sloth, the repetition of the Name brings blessing in all ten directions. Remembering that Name and bowing my head to Raghunatha, I begin the tale of Rama's virtues. He will set my telling right in every way, he whose compassion is never sated with its own compassion. Rama is so good a master and I so poor a servant; yet the ocean of mercy has fostered me by looking to his own nature and not to mine. In the world and in the Vedas alike this is the way of a good master: hearing a humble plea, he recognizes the love behind it. Rich and poor, villager and townsman, the learned and the dull, the obscure and the celebrated, good poets and bad — all men and women praise their king as their own wit allows. And the king who is virtuous, wise, gentle in conduct, a portion of God upon earth and supremely gracious, listens to them all and honours them with kind words, recognizing the quality of their verse, their devotion, their homage and their bearing. If that is the temper of an ordinary earthly king, the Lord of Kosala is the crest-jewel of all who understand. Rama is won by love that is unmixed — and who in the world is duller or fouler of mind than I? Merciful Rama will yet cherish the love and the liking of even a witless servant — he who made stones into vessels that floated and took monkeys and bears for his wise counsellors. I have myself called by that name, and everyone says it, and Rama endures the mockery of it: that Sita's Lord is the master and Tulsidas the servant.

  29. Verse 29

    caupāī ati baṛi mori ḍhiṭhāī khorī| suni agha narakahu~ nāka sakorī|| samujhi sahama mohi apaḍara apaneṃ| so sudhi rāma kīnhi nahiṃ sapaneṃ|| suni avaloki sucita cakha cāhī| bhagati mori mati svāmi sarāhī|| kahata nasāi hoi hiya~ nīkī| rījhata rāma jāni jana jī kī|| rahati na prabhu cita cūka kie kī| karata surati saya bāra hie kī|| jehiṃ agha badheu byādha jimi bālī| phiri sukaṃṭha soi kīnha kucālī|| soi karatūti bibhīṣana kerī| sapanehu~ so na rāma hiya~ herī|| te bharatahi bheṃṭata sanamāne| rājasabhā~ raghubīra bakhāne|| dohā/soraṭhā prabhu taru tara kapi ḍāra para te kie āpu samāna|| tulasī kahū~ na rāma se sāhiba sīlanidhāna||29(ka)|| rāma nikāīṃ rāvarī hai sabahī ko nīka| joṃ yaha sā~cī hai sadā tau nīko tulasīka||29(kha)|| ehi bidhi nija guna doṣa kahi sabahi bahuri siru nāi| baranau~ raghubara bisada jasu suni kali kaluṣa nasāi||29(ga)||

    Meaning

    Very great is my impudence and my blame; hearing of my sins even hell wrinkles its nose. Realizing this I shrink in a dread of my own making, though Rama has never taken note of it even in a dream. Rather, having listened and looked upon me with a kindly and attentive eye, my master has praised my devotion and my understanding. Such a thing is spoilt in the telling and stays good only while it is kept in the heart; Rama is won over when he knows what lies in his servant's mind. The faults committed do not remain in the Lord's thought, while what is in the heart he calls to mind a hundred times over. The offence for which he struck Bali down as a hunter would — Sugriva afterwards did that very thing; and Vibhishana's own conduct had been of the same order; yet Rama never so much as glanced at it in his heart, even in a dream. Instead, when he met Bharata he honoured them both, and Raghubira spoke their praises in the royal assembly. The Lord sat beneath the tree and the monkeys upon its branches, and he made them equal to himself: nowhere, says Tulsi, is there a master like Rama, a treasure-house of graciousness. Rama, by your goodness everyone is good; if that is always true, then Tulsi too is good. Having in this way told out my own merits and faults, and bowed my head to all once more, I now sing Raghubara's spotless fame, hearing which the defilement of Kali is destroyed.

  30. Verse 30

    caupāī jāgabalika jo kathā suhāī| bharadvāja munibarahi sunāī|| kahihau~ soi saṃbāda bakhānī| sunahu~ sakala sajjana sukhu mānī|| saṃbhu kīnha yaha carita suhāvā| bahuri kṛpā kari umahi sunāvā|| soi siva kāgabhusuṃḍihi dīnhā| rāma bhagata adhikārī cīnhā|| tehi sana jāgabalika puni pāvā| tinha puni bharadvāja prati gāvā|| te śrotā bakatā samasīlā| sava~darasī jānahiṃ harilīlā|| jānahiṃ tīni kāla nija gyānā| karatala gata āmalaka samānā|| aurau je haribhagata sujānā| kahahiṃ sunahiṃ samujhahiṃ bidhi nānā|| dohā/soraṭhā mai puni nija gura sana sunī kathā so sūkarakheta| samujhī nahi tasi bālapana taba ati raheu~ aceta||30(ka)|| śrotā bakatā gyānanidhi kathā rāma kai gūṛha| kimi samujhauṃ mai jīva jaṛa kali mala grasita bimūṛha||30(kha)||

    Meaning

    The delightful story that Yajnavalkya told to the great sage Bharadvaja — that same dialogue I shall relate at length; hear it, all you good people, and take pleasure in it. Shambhu composed this lovely narrative and then in his grace recited it to Uma; and Shiva gave it to Kakabhushundi, recognizing in him a devotee of Rama and a fit recipient. From him Yajnavalkya received it in turn, and he sang it to Bharadvaja. That speaker and that hearer are of one temper, even of vision, and know the play of Hari; by their own knowledge they see the three divisions of time as plainly as a myrobalan lying in the palm. Other wise devotees of Hari also tell this story, hear it and understand it in many ways. I in my turn heard that story from my own preceptor at Sukarakhet; but I did not grasp it as it truly was, for it was my childhood and I was then wholly without sense. The speaker and the hearer were treasuries of wisdom and Rama's story is deep: how should I have understood it, a dull creature gripped by the filth of Kali and utterly bewildered?

  31. Verse 31

    caupāī tadapi kahī gura bārahiṃ bārā| samujhi parī kachu mati anusārā|| bhāṣābaddha karabi maiṃ soī| moreṃ mana prabodha jehiṃ hoī|| jasa kachu budhi bibeka bala mereṃ| tasa kahihau~ hiya~ hari ke prereṃ|| nija saṃdeha moha bhrama haranī| karau~ kathā bhava saritā taranī|| budha biśrāma sakala jana raṃjani| rāmakathā kali kaluṣa bibhaṃjani|| rāmakathā kali paṃnaga bharanī| puni bibeka pāvaka kahu~ aranī|| rāmakathā kali kāmada gāī| sujana sajīvani mūri suhāī|| soi basudhātala sudhā taraṃgini| bhaya bhaṃjani bhrama bheka bhuaṃgini|| asura sena sama naraka nikaṃdini| sādhu bibudha kula hita girinaṃdini|| saṃta samāja payodhi ramā sī| bisva bhāra bhara acala chamā sī|| jama gana muha~ masi jaga jamunā sī| jīvana mukuti hetu janu kāsī|| rāmahi priya pāvani tulasī sī| tulasidāsa hita hiya~ hulasī sī|| sivapraya mekala saila sutā sī| sakala siddhi sukha saṃpati rāsī|| sadaguna suragana aṃba aditi sī| raghubara bhagati prema paramiti sī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma kathā maṃdākinī citrakūṭa cita cāru| tulasī subhaga saneha bana siya raghubīra bihāru||31||

    Meaning

    Even so my teacher told it over and over, and something of it settled in me according to the measure of my wit. That very thing I shall set down in the common speech, so that my own mind may be enlightened by it. Whatever strength of understanding and discernment is mine, so much shall I speak, prompted by Hari within my heart. I make this tale to carry off my own doubt, infatuation and error, a boat for crossing the river of worldly existence. Rama's story is rest to the wise and delight to all people, and it shatters the foulness of the Kali age; it is the peahen to Kali's serpent, and the fire-stick from which the flame of discernment is kindled; it is the wish-granting cow of this age, and to good people a sweet and life-restoring herb. It is the nectar-river running over the face of the earth, breaker of fear, a she-serpent to the frog of delusion; it destroys hell as a host of demons is destroyed, and for the good of the family of saints and gods it is the Mountain's daughter. To the ocean that is the assembly of saints it is Lakshmi, and it bears the weight of the universe unmoved, like the forbearing earth. In the world it is the Yamuna, blackening the faces of Yama's servants, and to living creatures it is Kashi itself, the ground of release. It is dear to Rama and purifying as the tulsi plant, and for the good of Tulsidas it is Hulsi herself within his heart. It is dear to Shiva as the daughter of Mount Mekala, a heaped store of every perfection, joy and wealth; to the gods that are goodly qualities it is mother Aditi; and it is the very limit of loving devotion to the best of Raghus. Rama's story is the stream Mandakini, the fair mind is Chitrakuta, and lovely affection is the forest where Sita and Raghubira wander at will.

  32. Verse 32

    caupāī rāma carita ciṃtāmani cārū| saṃta sumati tiya subhaga siṃgārū|| jaga maṃgala guna grāma rāma ke| dāni mukuti dhana dharama dhāma ke|| sadagura gyāna birāga joga ke| bibudha baida bhava bhīma roga ke|| janani janaka siya rāma prema ke| bīja sakala brata dharama nema ke|| samana pāpa saṃtāpa soka ke| priya pālaka paraloka loka ke|| saciva subhaṭa bhūpati bicāra ke| kuṃbhaja lobha udadhi apāra ke|| kāma koha kalimala karigana ke| kehari sāvaka jana mana bana ke|| atithi pūjya priyatama purāri ke| kāmada ghana dārida davāri ke|| maṃtra mahāmani biṣaya byāla ke| meṭata kaṭhina kuaṃka bhāla ke|| harana moha tama dinakara kara se| sevaka sāli pāla jaladhara se|| abhimata dāni devataru bara se| sevata sulabha sukhada hari hara se|| sukabi sarada nabha mana uḍagana se| rāmabhagata jana jīvana dhana se|| sakala sukṛta phala bhūri bhoga se| jaga hita nirupadhi sādhu loga se|| sevaka mana mānasa marāla se| pāvaka gaṃga taṃraga māla se|| dohā/soraṭhā kupatha kutaraka kucāli kali kapaṭa daṃbha pāṣaṃḍa| dahana rāma guna grāma jimi iṃdhana anala pracaṃḍa||32(ka)|| rāmacarita rākesa kara sarisa sukhada saba kāhu| sajjana kumuda cakora cita hita biseṣi baṛa lāhu||32(kha)||

    Meaning

    Rama's story is a lovely wish-yielding gem, the fair ornament of that woman who is the good sense of saints. The host of Rama's virtues is a blessing to the world, giver of release, of wealth, of duty and of the eternal abode; it is the true teacher of knowledge, dispassion and yoga, and the physician of the gods for the dread disease of worldly life. It is mother and father of love for Sita and Rama, the seed of every vow, duty and observance, the queller of sin, torment and grief, the loving guardian of this world and the next. It is minister, champion and king of right thought, and the pot-born sage who drinks up the shoreless ocean of greed; in the forest of the devotee's mind it is a lion cub against the elephant herd of lust, wrath and the filth of Kali. It is the honoured guest and the dearest of Purari, and a bounteous raincloud over the forest fire of poverty. Against the serpent of sense-objects it is charm and great jewel, and it wipes away the harsh ill writing on the brow. Like the sun's rays it takes off the darkness of delusion; like rainclouds it guards the rice crop of the servant; like the great tree of heaven it grants what is desired; and, like Hari and Hara, it is easily served and gives joy. It is like stars in the autumn sky that is a good poet's mind, like life's very wealth to Rama's devotees, like the ample enjoyments that ripen out of all good deeds, like guileless holy men who do the world good, like swans on the Manasa lake of a servant's heart, like the purifying garland of Ganga's waves. As a fierce fire burns up its fuel, so the host of Rama's virtues burns crooked ways, false argument, wicked conduct, and the deceit, arrogance and false doctrine of the Kali age. Rama's deeds are like the rays of the full moon, delightful to everyone; but to the minds of the good, which are white lily and chakor bird, the gain is especially great.

  33. Verse 33

    caupāī kīnhi prasna jehi bhā~ti bhavānī| jehi bidhi saṃkara kahā bakhānī|| so saba hetu kahaba maiṃ gāī| kathāprabaṃdha bicitra banāī|| jehi yaha kathā sunī nahiṃ hoī| jani ācaraju karaiṃ suni soī|| kathā alaukika sunahiṃ je gyānī| nahiṃ ācaraju karahiṃ asa jānī|| rāmakathā kai miti jaga nāhīṃ| asi pratīti tinha ke mana māhīṃ|| nānā bhā~ti rāma avatārā| rāmāyana sata koṭi apārā|| kalapabheda haricarita suhāe| bhā~ti aneka munīsanha gāe|| karia na saṃsaya asa ura ānī| sunia kathā sārada rati mānī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma anaṃta anaṃta guna amita kathā bistāra| suni ācaraju na mānihahiṃ jinha keṃ bimala bicāra||33||

    Meaning

    The manner in which Bhavani put her questions and the manner in which Shankara expounded them at length, all that occasion I shall sing, shaping the telling into a wondrous whole. Let anyone who has not heard this tale before feel no astonishment on hearing it now. The wise who listen to this uncommon story do not marvel, for they know this much, and the conviction is settled in their minds, that in this world Rama's story has no measure. Rama has come down in many forms, and the Ramayanas are a hundred crore and past all counting; through the difference of kalpas the great sages have sung Hari's lovely deeds in many ways. Take this to heart and harbour no doubt; listen to the story with reverence and love. Rama is infinite, infinite are his virtues, and boundless the spread of his story; those whose judgement is clear will feel no wonder as they hear it.

  34. Verse 34

    caupāī ehi bidhi saba saṃsaya kari dūrī| sira dhari gura pada paṃkaja dhūrī|| puni sabahī binavau~ kara jorī| karata kathā jehiṃ lāga na khorī|| sādara sivahi nāi aba māthā| baranau~ bisada rāma guna gāthā|| saṃbata soraha sai ekatīsā| karau~ kathā hari pada dhari sīsā|| naumī bhauma bāra madhu māsā| avadhapurīṃ yaha carita prakāsā|| jehi dina rāma janama śruti gāvahiṃ| tīratha sakala tahā~ cali āvahiṃ|| asura nāga khaga nara muni devā| āi karahiṃ raghunāyaka sevā|| janma mahotsava racahiṃ sujānā| karahiṃ rāma kala kīrati gānā|| dohā/soraṭhā majjahi sajjana bṛṃda bahu pāvana sarajū nīra| japahiṃ rāma dhari dhyāna ura suṃdara syāma sarīra||34||

    Meaning

    Having in this way put away every doubt, and having set upon my head the dust of my teacher's lotus feet, I beg once more of everyone with folded hands that in the making of this tale no blame may attach to me. Bowing my head now with reverence to Shiva, I recount the shining tale of Rama's virtues. In the Samvat year sixteen hundred and thirty-one I begin the story, laying my head at Hari's feet; on the ninth day, a Tuesday, in the month of Chaitra, in the city of Ayodhya this poem came to light. On the day the Vedas sing as Rama's birth, all the holy places come and gather there; demons, nagas, birds, men, sages and gods come and wait upon the Lord of Raghus; and wise folk hold the birth festival and sing Rama's sweet renown. Multitudes of good people bathe in the purifying water of the Sarayu and repeat Rama's name, holding in their hearts the meditation of his lovely dark form.

  35. Verse 35

    caupāī darasa parasa majjana aru pānā| harai pāpa kaha beda purānā|| nadī punīta amita mahimā ati| kahi na sakai sārada bimalamati|| rāma dhāmadā purī suhāvani| loka samasta bidita ati pāvani|| cāri khāni jaga jīva apārā| avadha taje tanu nahi saṃsārā|| saba bidhi purī manohara jānī| sakala siddhiprada maṃgala khānī|| bimala kathā kara kīnha araṃbhā| sunata nasāhiṃ kāma mada daṃbhā|| rāmacaritamānasa ehi nāmā| sunata śravana pāia biśrāmā|| mana kari viṣaya anala bana jaraī| hoi sukhī jau ehiṃ sara paraī|| rāmacaritamānasa muni bhāvana| biraceu saṃbhu suhāvana pāvana|| tribidha doṣa dukha dārida dāvana| kali kucāli kuli kaluṣa nasāvana|| raci mahesa nija mānasa rākhā| pāi susamau sivā sana bhāṣā|| tāteṃ rāmacaritamānasa bara| dhareu nāma hiya~ heri haraṣi hara|| kahau~ kathā soi sukhada suhāī| sādara sunahu sujana mana lāī|| dohā/soraṭhā jasa mānasa jehi bidhi bhayau jaga pracāra jehi hetu| aba soi kahau~ prasaṃga saba sumiri umā bṛṣaketu||35||

    Meaning

    To look upon that river, to touch it, to bathe in it and to drink of it takes sin away, so the Vedas and Puranas declare. The river is holy and its greatness beyond measure; even Sharada of the spotless mind cannot tell it out. This charming city bestows Rama's own abode and is known through all the worlds as supremely pure. Countless are the creatures of the world's four orders of birth, but whoever leaves his body in Awadh does not come back into the round of birth. Knowing the city to be lovely in every way, a giver of all attainments and a mine of blessings, I made a beginning of this pure story, on hearing which lust, pride and hypocrisy perish. Its name is Ramcharitmanas; hearing it with the ears one obtains repose. The elephant of the mind burns in the forest fire of the senses; if it falls into this lake it grows happy. The Ramcharitmanas, dear to the sages, lovely and purifying, was composed by Shambhu; it burns away the threefold faults, sorrow and want, and destroys the crooked ways and the whole defilement of Kali. Mahesha fashioned it and kept it in his own mind, and when the good moment came he spoke it to Shiva's consort; and so Hara, looking into his heart and rejoicing, gave it the excellent name Ramcharitmanas. That same delightful and lovely tale I now tell; hear it with reverence, good people, with an attentive mind. What the Manasa is, in what manner it came to be, and by what cause it spread through the world, all that account I now tell, remembering Uma and the Bull-bannered Lord.

  36. Verse 36

    caupāī saṃbhu prasāda sumati hiya~ hulasī| rāmacaritamānasa kabi tulasī|| karai manohara mati anuhārī| sujana sucita suni lehu sudhārī|| sumati bhūmi thala hṛdaya agādhū| beda purāna udadhi ghana sādhū|| baraṣahiṃ rāma sujasa bara bārī| madhura manohara maṃgalakārī|| līlā saguna jo kahahiṃ bakhānī| soi svacchatā karai mala hānī|| prema bhagati jo barani na jāī| soi madhuratā susītalatāī|| so jala sukṛta sāli hita hoī| rāma bhagata jana jīvana soī|| medhā mahi gata so jala pāvana| sakili śravana maga caleu suhāvana|| bhareu sumānasa suthala thirānā| sukhada sīta ruci cāru cirānā|| dohā/soraṭhā suṭhi suṃdara saṃbāda bara birace buddhi bicāri| tei ehi pāvana subhaga sara ghāṭa manohara cāri||36||

    Meaning

    By Shambhu's grace good understanding sprang up rejoicing in the heart, and of that Ramcharitmanas Tulsi is the poet; he shapes it as charmingly as his wit allows, so listen, good people, with attentive mind, and set it right. Fine understanding is the ground and the unfathomable heart the site of the lake; the Vedas and Puranas are the ocean and holy men the clouds, and they rain down the excellent water of Rama's fair fame, sweet, charming and auspicious. Their telling of his embodied play is that water's clearness, which destroys all impurity; the loving devotion that no words can compass is its sweetness and its cool refreshment. That water is a benefit to the rice crop of merit, and it is very life to Rama's devotees. Falling upon the soil of the understanding, that holy water gathered and flowed by the lovely channel of the ears; it filled the fair Manasa lake and came to rest in that good place, delightful, cool, pleasing to the taste, beautiful and long-abiding. The four exceedingly beautiful and excellent dialogues, fashioned with thoughtful judgement, are the four charming ghats of this holy and lovely lake.

  37. Verse 37

    caupāī sapta prabandha subhaga sopānā| gyāna nayana nirakhata mana mānā|| raghupati mahimā aguna abādhā| baranaba soi bara bāri agādhā|| rāma sīya jasa salila sudhāsama| upamā bīci bilāsa manorama|| puraini saghana cāru caupāī| juguti maṃju mani sīpa suhāī|| chaṃda soraṭhā suṃdara dohā| soi bahuraṃga kamala kula sohā|| aratha anūpa sumāva subhāsā| soi parāga makaraṃda subāsā|| sukṛta puṃja maṃjula ali mālā| gyāna birāga bicāra marālā|| dhuni avareba kabita guna jātī| mīna manohara te bahubhā~tī|| aratha dharama kāmādika cārī| kahaba gyāna bigyāna bicārī|| nava rasa japa tapa joga birāgā| te saba jalacara cāru taṛāgā|| sukṛtī sādhu nāma guna gānā| te bicitra jala bihaga samānā|| saṃtasabhā cahu~ disi ava~rāī| śraddhā ritu basaṃta sama gāī|| bhagati nirupana bibidha bidhānā| chamā dayā dama latā bitānā|| sama jama niyama phūla phala gyānā| hari pata rati rasa beda bakhānā|| aurau kathā aneka prasaṃgā| tei suka pika bahubarana bihaṃgā|| dohā/soraṭhā pulaka bāṭikā bāga bana sukha subihaṃga bihāru| mālī sumana saneha jala sīṃcata locana cāru||37||

    Meaning

    The seven books are the lovely flights of steps down to this lake, and the mind is content as it gazes on them with the eye of wisdom. The telling of Raghupati's glory, beyond all qualities and beyond all hindrance, is its excellent unfathomable water; the fame of Rama and Sita is that water, sweet as nectar, and the similes are the charming play of its waves. The beautiful chaupais are its thick lotus leaves, and the deft turns of device are its gems and lovely shells; the chhands, sorathas and fine dohas are the many-coloured company of lotuses that adorn it. The matchless meaning, the noble sentiment and the graceful speech are their pollen, honey and fragrance; the store of good deeds is the pretty swarm of bees, and knowledge, dispassion and reflection are its swans. The melody, the intricate turns, the poetic excellences and their kinds are its charming fish of many sorts. Dharma, wealth, desire and the rest, the four ends of life, the considered discourse on knowledge and its realization, the nine sentiments, muttered prayer, austerity, yoga and detachment: all these are the lovely creatures of this fair pool. The singing of the names and virtues of the good and the holy are its wonderful water-birds. The assembly of saints is the mango grove that rings it on all sides, and faith is sung as its season of spring. Devotion expounded in its many modes, with forbearance, mercy and self-restraint, is the canopy of creepers; evenness of mind, the restraints and the observances are its flowers, wisdom its fruit, the story of Hari its leaves and love for him its sap, as the Vedas declare. The many other tales and episodes are its parrots, cuckoos and birds of many hues. Thrills of rapture are the pleasure-garden, the orchard and the wood where joy sports as a lovely bird, and a fine mind is the gardener who waters it with the water of affection, poured through beautiful eyes.

  38. Verse 38

    caupāī je gāvahiṃ yaha carita sa~bhāre| tei ehi tāla catura rakhavāre|| sadā sunahiṃ sādara nara nārī| tei surabara mānasa adhikārī|| ati khala je biṣaī baga kāgā| ehiṃ sara nikaṭa na jāhiṃ abhāgā|| saṃbuka bheka sevāra samānā| ihā~ na biṣaya kathā rasa nānā|| tehi kārana āvata hiya~ hāre| kāmī kāka balāka bicāre|| āvata ehiṃ sara ati kaṭhināī| rāma kṛpā binu āi na jāī|| kaṭhina kusaṃga kupaṃtha karālā| tinha ke bacana bāgha hari byālā|| gṛha kāraja nānā jaṃjālā| te ati durgama saila bisālā|| bana bahu biṣama moha mada mānā| nadīṃ kutarka bhayaṃkara nānā|| dohā/soraṭhā je śraddhā saṃbala rahita nahi saṃtanha kara sātha| tinha kahu~ mānasa agama ati jinhahi na priya raghunātha||38||

    Meaning

    Those who sing this story with care are the lake's watchful keepers, and the men and women who listen to it always with reverence are the high gods who have a rightful claim upon this Manasa. The utterly wicked and the sensual are herons and crows, and those luckless creatures never come near this lake, for here are none of those varied relishes of worldly talk which are its snails, its frogs and its weed. That is why the poor lustful crows and cranes lose heart even at the thought of coming. To reach this lake is very hard, and without Rama's grace one cannot arrive at all: evil company is the rough and dreadful road, and the words of such people are its tigers, lions and snakes; household business and its many entanglements are the vast mountains that block the way; infatuation, intoxication and pride are its many rugged forests, and perverse arguments its many fearful rivers. To those who set out without the provision of faith, who have no company of the holy, and to whom Raghunatha is not dear, this Manasa lies utterly beyond reach.

  39. Verse 39

    caupāī jauṃ kari kaṣṭa jāi puni koī| jātahiṃ nīṃda juṛāī hoī|| jaṛatā jāṛa biṣama ura lāgā| gaehu~ na majjana pāva abhāgā|| kari na jāi sara majjana pānā| phiri āvai sameta abhimānā|| jauṃ bahori kou pūchana āvā| sara niṃdā kari tāhi bujhāvā|| sakala bighna byāpahi nahiṃ tehī| rāma sukṛpā~ bilokahiṃ jehī|| soi sādara sara majjanu karaī| mahā ghora trayatāpa na jaraī|| te nara yaha sara tajahiṃ na kāū| jinha ke rāma carana bhala bhāū|| jo nahāi caha ehiṃ sara bhāī| so satasaṃga karau mana lāī|| asa mānasa mānasa cakha cāhī| bhai kabi buddhi bimala avagāhī|| bhayau hṛdaya~ ānaṃda uchāhū| umageu prema pramoda prabāhū|| calī subhaga kabitā saritā so| rāma bimala jasa jala bharitā so|| sarajū nāma sumaṃgala mūlā| loka beda mata maṃjula kūlā|| nadī punīta sumānasa naṃdini| kalimala tṛna taru mūla nikaṃdini|| dohā/soraṭhā śrotā tribidha samāja pura grāma nagara duhu~ kūla| saṃtasabhā anupama avadha sakala sumaṃgala mūla||39||

    Meaning

    Even if someone struggles his way there, drowsiness and shivering seize him the moment he arrives; dullness of mind is the cruel cold that grips his heart, and the unlucky man, having gone all that way, still gets no bath. Unable either to bathe in the lake or to drink of it, he turns back with his pride intact, and if anyone comes later to ask him about it, he satisfies the enquirer by abusing the lake. But none of these hindrances touches the man on whom Rama looks with grace: he alone bathes there reverently, and is never scorched by the three dreadful torments. Those who bear true love for Rama's feet never abandon this lake; and whoever wishes to bathe in it, brother, must keep the company of the holy with a devoted mind. Beholding such a Manasa with the eyes of the mind and plunging deep into it, the poet's understanding grew clear; joy and eagerness filled his heart, and a flood of love and gladness welled up. So this fair river of poetry began to run, brimming with the pure water of Rama's fame. Its name is Sarayu, the root of all good fortune, and the teaching of the world and the teaching of the Vedas are its two lovely banks. This holy river, daughter of the fair Manasa, tears up by the root the grass and trees that are the impurities of the Kali age. The three sorts of listeners are its communities, its towns, villages and cities upon both banks, and the gathering of saints is the matchless Ayodhya, the fountainhead of every blessing.

  40. Verse 40

    caupāī rāmabhagati surasaritahi jāī| milī sukīrati saraju suhāī|| sānuja rāma samara jasu pāvana| mileu mahānadu sona suhāvana|| juga bica bhagati devadhuni dhārā| sohati sahita subirati bicārā|| tribidha tāpa trāsaka timuhānī| rāma sarupa siṃdhu samuhānī|| mānasa mūla milī surasarihī| sunata sujana mana pāvana karihī|| bica bica kathā bicitra bibhāgā| janu sari tīra tīra bana bāgā|| umā mahesa bibāha barātī| te jalacara aganita bahubhā~tī|| raghubara janama anaṃda badhāī| bhava~ra taraṃga manoharatāī|| dohā/soraṭhā bālacarita cahu baṃdhu ke banaja bipula bahuraṃga| nṛpa rānī parijana sukṛta madhukara bāribihaṃga||40||

    Meaning

    The lovely Sarayu of Rama's fair renown went and mingled with the Ganga of devotion to Rama, and the purifying fame of his battles, fought with his younger brother at his side, joined them as the fine great river Son. Between the two flows the stream of the celestial river of devotion, shining with true dispassion and discrimination; and this triple confluence, which terrifies the three kinds of affliction, sets its face towards the ocean that is Rama's own being. Rising from the Manasa and meeting the heavenly stream, it will purify the minds of good people as they listen. The wonderful episodes set here and there along the way are like woods and gardens upon bank after bank of the river; the wedding party at the marriage of Uma and Mahesha are its countless water creatures of every kind; and the joy and the congratulations at the birth of the best of Raghu's line are the loveliness of its eddies and waves. The childhood deeds of the four brothers are its abundant lotuses of many colours, and the merits of the king, the queens and the household are its bees and water-birds.

  41. Verse 41

    caupāī sīya svayaṃbara kathā suhāī| sarita suhāvani so chabi chāī|| nadī nāva paṭu prasna anekā| kevaṭa kusala utara sabibekā|| suni anukathana paraspara hoī| pathika samāja soha sari soī|| ghora dhāra bhṛgunātha risānī| ghāṭa subaddha rāma bara bānī|| sānuja rāma bibāha uchāhū| so subha umaga sukhada saba kāhū|| kahata sunata haraṣahiṃ pulakāhīṃ| te sukṛtī mana mudita nahāhīṃ|| rāma tilaka hita maṃgala sājā| paraba joga janu jure samājā|| kāī kumati kekaī kerī| parī jāsu phala bipati ghanerī|| dohā/soraṭhā samana amita utapāta saba bharatacarita japajāga| kali agha khala avaguna kathana te jalamala baga kāga||41||

    Meaning

    The charming tale of Sita's choice of a husband is the beauty spread over this lovely river; the many apt questions are its boats and the discerning answers its skilful boatmen, while the retellings that pass from one person to another after the hearing are the throngs of travellers that grace its course. The wrath of Bhrigu's lord is its fearful current, and Rama's excellent words its well-built landing steps. The festivity of Rama's marriage, and of his brothers with him, is the auspicious flood that gladdens everyone; those who thrill with joy in the telling and the hearing are the fortunate souls who bathe in it with delighted hearts. The auspicious preparations for Rama's anointing are as though companies had gathered for a holy day and its propitious hour, and Kaikeyi's crooked mind is the green scum, whose fruit was a heaped-up harvest of calamity. Bharata's deeds are the muttered prayer and the sacrifice that quiet all those countless disasters, while the recital of the sins of the Kali age and the vices of the wicked is the filth of the water, its herons and its crows.

  42. Verse 42

    caupāī kīrati sarita chahū~ ritu rūrī| samaya suhāvani pāvani bhūrī|| hima himasailasutā siva byāhū| sisira sukhada prabhu janama uchāhū|| baranaba rāma bibāha samājū| so muda maṃgalamaya riturājū|| grīṣama dusaha rāma banagavanū| paṃthakathā khara ātapa pavanū|| baraṣā ghora nisācara rārī| surakula sāli sumaṃgalakārī|| rāma rāja sukha binaya baṛāī| bisada sukhada soi sarada suhāī|| satī siromani siya gunagāthā| soi guna amala anūpama pāthā|| bharata subhāu susītalatāī| sadā ekarasa barani na jāī|| dohā/soraṭhā avalokani bolani milani prīti parasapara hāsa| bhāyapa bhali cahu baṃdhu kī jala mādhurī subāsa||42||

    Meaning

    This river of renown is beautiful in all six seasons, and at every time it is delightful and abundantly purifying. The marriage of Shiva with the Mountain's daughter is its frosty season; the joyous birth of the Lord is its pleasant cool season; and the description of the wedding party of Rama is the king of seasons, spring, full of gladness and blessing. Rama's going to the forest is the unbearable summer, and the story of that journey its fierce sun and burning wind. The dreadful war with the night-rangers is the rains, which bring the rice-crop of the race of gods to a blessed harvest. The happiness of Rama's reign, with his modesty and his greatness, is the bright and delightful autumn. The song of the virtues of Sita, crest-jewel of faithful wives, is that water's own stainless and matchless quality, and Bharata's nature is its exquisite coolness, unchanging always and past all describing. The glances, the speech, the meetings, the mutual love and the laughter, the fine brotherliness of the four brothers, are the sweetness and the fragrance of that water.

  43. Verse 43

    caupāī ārati binaya dīnatā morī| laghutā lalita subāri na thorī|| adabhuta salila sunata gunakārī| āsa piāsa manomala hārī|| rāma supremahi poṣata pānī| harata sakala kali kaluṣa galānī|| bhava śrama soṣaka toṣaka toṣā| samana durita dukha dārida doṣā|| kāma koha mada moha nasāvana| bimala bibeka birāga baṛhāvana|| sādara majjana pāna kie teṃ| miṭahiṃ pāpa paritāpa hie teṃ|| jinha ehi bāri na mānasa dhoe| te kāyara kalikāla bigoe|| tṛṣita nirakhi rabi kara bhava bārī| phirihahi mṛga jimi jīva dukhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā mati anuhāri subāri guna gani mana anhavāi| sumiri bhavānī saṃkarahi kaha kabi kathā suhāi||43(ka)|| aba raghupati pada paṃkaruha hiya~ dhari pāi prasāda | kahau~ jugala munibarja kara milana subhaga saṃbāda||43(kha)||

    Meaning

    My yearning, my humble pleading, my lowliness and my own smallness are the lovely water, and it is not scant. Wondrous is that water, doing good to whoever merely hears of it; it carries off craving, thirst and the filth of the mind. This water nourishes pure love for Rama and takes away all the sin and remorse of the age of Kali. It dries up the weariness of worldly existence and gratifies contentment itself; it quiets wrongdoing, sorrow, poverty and blemish. It destroys lust, anger, pride and delusion, and increases clear discernment and dispassion. Bathe in it and drink of it with reverence, and the sins and the burning torment are wiped from the heart. Those who have not washed their minds in this water are cowards undone by the age of Kali; parched, mistaking the sun's rays for the water of the world, such souls will run about in misery like the deer. Reckoning the virtues of this good water as far as his wit allows, and bathing his mind in it, the poet remembers Bhavani and Shankara and tells the pleasing tale. Now, holding the lotus-feet of Raghupati in my heart and receiving their grace, I tell of the meeting of the two best of sages and the fair discourse that passed between them.

  44. Verse 44

    caupāī bharadvāja muni basahiṃ prayāgā| tinhahi rāma pada ati anurāgā|| tāpasa sama dama dayā nidhānā| paramāratha patha parama sujānā|| māgha makaragata rabi jaba hoī| tīrathapatihiṃ āva saba koī|| deva danuja kiṃnara nara śrenī| sādara majjahiṃ sakala tribenīṃ|| pūjahi mādhava pada jalajātā| parasi akhaya baṭu haraṣahiṃ gātā|| bharadvāja āśrama ati pāvana| parama ramya munibara mana bhāvana|| tahā~ hoi muni riṣaya samājā| jāhiṃ je majjana tīratharājā|| majjahiṃ prāta sameta uchāhā| kahahiṃ parasapara hari guna gāhā|| dohā/soraṭhā brahma nirūpama dharama bidhi baranahiṃ tattva bibhāga| kahahiṃ bhagati bhagavaṃta kai saṃjuta gyāna birāga||44||

    Meaning

    The sage Bharadvaja dwells at Prayaga, and his love for Rama's feet is very great. He is an ascetic, a treasury of inner calm, self-restraint and compassion, and supremely wise in the path of the highest good. When in the month of Magha the sun stands in Capricorn, everyone comes to the king of holy places. Ranks upon ranks of gods, demons, kinnaras and men all bathe reverently at the Triveni. They worship the lotus-feet of Madhava, and their limbs thrill with joy as they touch the undying banyan. Bharadvaja's hermitage is deeply purifying, exceedingly beautiful, dear to the hearts of the best of sages. There an assembly of sages and seers gathers, all of them such as go to bathe at the king of pilgrimages. At dawn they bathe with eagerness and recount to one another the story of Hari's virtues. They expound the incomparable Brahman, the ordinances of dharma and the ordering of the categories of truth, and they speak of devotion to the Lord joined with knowledge and dispassion.

  45. Verse 45

    caupāī ehi prakāra bhari māgha nahāhīṃ| puni saba nija nija āśrama jāhīṃ|| prati saṃbata ati hoi anaṃdā| makara majji gavanahiṃ munibṛṃdā|| eka bāra bhari makara nahāe| saba munīsa āśramanha sidhāe|| jagabālika muni parama bibekī| bharavdāja rākhe pada ṭekī|| sādara carana saroja pakhāre| ati punīta āsana baiṭhāre|| kari pūjā muni sujasa bakhānī| bole ati punīta mṛdu bānī|| nātha eka saṃsau baṛa moreṃ| karagata bedatatva sabu toreṃ|| kahata so mohi lāgata bhaya lājā| jau na kahau~ baṛa hoi akājā|| dohā/soraṭhā saṃta kahahi asi nīti prabhu śruti purāna muni gāva| hoi na bimala bibeka ura gura sana kie~ durāva||45||

    Meaning

    In this manner they bathe through the whole of Magha and then return, each to his own hermitage. Every year there is great rejoicing, and having bathed during the Makara season the throngs of sages go their way. Once, when the full period of Makara bathing was over and all the lords of sages had left for their hermitages, Bharadvaja held back the sage Yajnavalkya, a man of the highest discernment, by clasping his feet. Reverently he washed his lotus-feet and seated him upon a most holy seat; and having worshipped him and praised his fair fame, he spoke in words of great purity and gentleness: 'Lord, I carry one large doubt, and the whole substance of the Vedas lies in your hand. To utter it fills me with fear and shame, yet if I do not utter it great harm will follow. Saints lay down this rule, my Lord, and the Vedas, the Puranas and the sages sing it: clear discernment never arises in the heart of one who conceals anything from his teacher.'

  46. Verse 46

    caupāī asa bicāri pragaṭau~ nija mohū| harahu nātha kari jana para chohū|| rāma nāma kara amita prabhāvā| saṃta purāna upaniṣada gāvā|| saṃtata japata saṃbhu abināsī| siva bhagavāna gyāna guna rāsī|| ākara cāri jīva jaga ahahīṃ| kāsīṃ marata parama pada lahahīṃ|| sopi rāma mahimā munirāyā| siva upadesu karata kari dāyā|| rāmu kavana prabhu pūchau~ tohī| kahia bujhāi kṛpānidhi mohī|| eka rāma avadhesa kumārā| tinha kara carita bidita saṃsārā|| nāri biraha~ dukhu laheu apārā| bhayahu roṣu rana rāvanu mārā|| dohā/soraṭhā prabhu soi rāma ki apara kou jāhi japata tripurāri| satyadhāma sarbagya tumha kahahu bibeku bicāri||46||

    Meaning

    'Reflecting so, I lay bare my own delusion; take it away, Lord, and show your servant kindness. The measureless power of the name of Rama is sung by saints, by the Puranas and by the Upanishads. The undying Shambhu repeats it without ceasing, Lord Shiva himself, the very mass of knowledge and virtue. Four are the kinds of living beings in the world, and dying at Kashi they win the supreme state. That too, king of sages, is the greatness of Rama, for it is Shiva who out of compassion gives them that teaching. Who then is this Rama, Lord? I ask you: explain and make me understand, treasury of mercy. One Rama is the prince, son of the king of Ayodhya, and his deeds are known to the world: parted from his wife he bore boundless grief, and in wrath he slew Ravana in battle. Is he the very Rama, Lord, whom Tripurari repeats, or is that some other? You are the abode of truth and all-knowing; weigh it with discernment and tell me.'

  47. Verse 47

    caupāī jaise miṭai mora bhrama bhārī| kahahu so kathā nātha bistārī|| jāgabalika bole musukāī| tumhahi bidita raghupati prabhutāī|| rāmamagata tumha mana krama bānī| caturāī tumhārī maiṃ jānī|| cāhahu sunai rāma guna gūṛhā| kīnhihu prasna manahu~ ati mūṛhā|| tāta sunahu sādara manu lāī| kahau~ rāma kai kathā suhāī|| mahāmohu mahiṣesu bisālā| rāmakathā kālikā karālā|| rāmakathā sasi kirana samānā| saṃta cakora karahiṃ jehi pānā|| aisei saṃsaya kīnha bhavānī| mahādeva taba kahā bakhānī|| dohā/soraṭhā kahau~ so mati anuhāri aba umā saṃbhu saṃbāda| bhayau samaya jehi hetu jehi sunu muni miṭihi biṣāda||47||

    Meaning

    'Tell that story at length, Lord, in such a way that my heavy confusion is dispelled.' Yajnavalkya smiled and said: 'You know well enough the sovereignty of Raghupati. You are Rama's devotee in thought, word and deed, and I have recognized your cleverness: you wish to hear the deep virtues of Rama, and so you have framed your question as though you were altogether dull. Listen, dear one, with reverence and an attentive mind, and I shall tell the lovely story of Rama. Great delusion is the huge buffalo-demon, and the story of Rama is the dread Kalika who slays him. The story of Rama is like the beams of the moon, which the saints drink in as chakora birds do. Bhavani once raised just such a doubt, and Mahadeva then unfolded the answer to her at length. So now, as far as my wit reaches, I shall tell that dialogue of Uma and Shambhu, at what time it came about and for what cause. Listen, sage, and your dejection will be gone.'

  48. Verse 48

    caupāī eka bāra tretā juga māhīṃ| saṃbhu gae kuṃbhaja riṣi pāhīṃ|| saṃga satī jagajanani bhavānī| pūje riṣi akhilesvara jānī|| rāmakathā munībarja bakhānī| sunī mahesa parama sukhu mānī|| riṣi pūchī haribhagati suhāī| kahī saṃbhu adhikārī pāī|| kahata sunata raghupati guna gāthā| kachu dina tahā~ rahe girināthā|| muni sana bidā māgi tripurārī| cale bhavana sa~ga dacchakumārī|| tehi avasara bhaṃjana mahibhārā| hari raghubaṃsa līnha avatārā|| pitā bacana taji rāju udāsī| daṃḍaka bana bicarata abināsī|| dohā/soraṭhā hdaya~ bicārata jāta hara kehi bidhi darasanu hoi| gupta rupa avatareu prabhu gae~ jāna sabu koi||48(ka)|| saṃkara ura ati chobhu satī na jānahiṃ maramu soi|| tulasī darasana lobhu mana ḍaru locana lālacī||48(kha)||

    Meaning

    Once, in the Treta age, Shambhu went to the sage Kumbhaja, and with him went Sati, Bhavani, the mother of the world. The sage worshipped him, knowing him for the Lord of all. That best of sages recounted the story of Rama, and Mahesha heard it with the highest delight. Then the sage asked about the beautiful devotion to Hari, and Shambhu, finding in him a fit hearer, expounded it. Telling and hearing the tale of Raghupati's virtues, the Lord of the mountain stayed there some days. Then, taking his leave of the sage, Tripurari set out for his own abode with the daughter of Daksha. At that very season, to lift the burden of the earth, Hari had taken birth in the line of Raghu; keeping his father's word, he had renounced the kingdom, and the imperishable one, detached from it all, was wandering in the Dandaka forest. As he went, Hara pondered in his heart how he might have sight of him: the Lord had come down in a hidden form, and if he went to him everyone would come to know it. Great was the agitation in Shankara's heart, and Sati did not know that secret. Tulsidas says: in his mind was longing for that sight, and fear along with it, while his eyes were greedy for it.

  49. Verse 49

    caupāī rāvana marana manuja kara jācā| prabhu bidhi bacanu kīnha caha sācā|| jauṃ nahiṃ jāu~ rahai pachitāvā| karata bicāru na banata banāvā|| ehi bidhi bhae socabasa īsā| tehi samaya jāi dasasīsā|| līnha nīca mārīcahi saṃgā| bhayau turata soi kapaṭa kuraṃgā|| kari chalu mūṛha harī baidehī| prabhu prabhāu tasa bidita na tehī|| mṛga badhi bandhu sahita hari āe| āśramu dekhi nayana jala chāe|| biraha bikala nara iva raghurāī| khojata bipina phirata dou bhāī|| kabahū~ joga biyoga na jākeṃ| dekhā pragaṭa biraha dukha tākeṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā ati vicitra raghupati carita jānahiṃ parama sujāna| je matimaṃda bimoha basa hṛdaya~ dharahiṃ kachu āna||49||

    Meaning

    Ravana had begged that his death should come at the hands of a man, and the Lord wished to make Brahma's word come true. Shiva thought, 'If I do not go, the regret will stay with me' — he turned it over and over, yet no course would shape itself, and in this way the great god was overcome with anxious thought. At that very time the ten-headed one set out; the base wretch took Maricha along with him, and Maricha at once became that counterfeit deer. By this trick the fool carried off Vaidehi, so little did he know what the Lord's power truly was. Having slain the deer, Hari came back with his brother, and at the sight of the hermitage his eyes brimmed with tears. Distraught with separation like an ordinary man, Raghurai and his brother roamed the woods, searching. He who has never known union or parting — in him the pain of separation was seen plain and open. Most wondrous are Raghupati's doings, and only the supremely wise understand them; the dull of wit, held fast by delusion, take them for something else in their hearts.

  50. Verse 50

    caupāī saṃbhu samaya tehi rāmahi dekhā| upajā hiya~ ati harapu biseṣā|| bhari locana chabisiṃdhu nihārī| kusamaya jānina kīnhi cinhārī|| jaya saccidānaṃda jaga pāvana| asa kahi caleu manoja nasāvana|| cale jāta siva satī sametā| puni puni pulakata kṛpāniketā|| satīṃ so dasā saṃbhu kai dekhī| ura upajā saṃdehu biseṣī|| saṃkaru jagatabaṃdya jagadīsā| sura nara muni saba nāvata sīsā|| tinha nṛpasutahi naha paranāmā| kahi saccidānaṃda paradhamā|| bhae magana chabi tāsu bilokī| ajahu~ prīti ura rahati na rokī|| dohā/soraṭhā brahma jo vyāpaka biraja aja akala anīha abheda| so ki deha dhari hoi nara jāhi na jānata veda|| 50||

    Meaning

    At that moment Shambhu beheld Rama, and an extraordinary gladness welled up within him. He filled his eyes with that ocean of beauty, yet knowing the hour unfit he gave no sign of recognition. 'Glory to the Existence-Consciousness-Bliss, purifier of the world!' — saying this, the destroyer of the god of love passed on his way. Shiva walked on with Sati beside him, and the abode of compassion thrilled with joy again and again. Sati saw Shambhu in that state, and a heavy doubt rose in her breast. Shankara is adored by the whole world, the Lord of the universe, before whom gods, men and sages all bow their heads; and he has made obeisance to a king's son, and called him the Existence-Consciousness-Bliss, the supreme abode. He was lost in wonder at the sight of that beauty, and even now the love in his heart will not be held back. Can that Brahma who is all-pervading, free of taint, unborn, without parts, without desire and without division, whom the Vedas themselves do not know, take on a body and become a man?

  51. Verse 51

    caupāī biṣnu jo sura hita naratanu dhārī| sou sarbagya jathā tripurārī|| khojai so ki agya iva nārī| gyānadhāma śrīpati asurārī|| saṃbhugirā puni mṛṣā na hoī| siva sarbagya jāna sabu koī|| asa saṃsaya mana bhayau apārā| hoī na hṛdaya~ prabodha pracārā|| jadyapi pragaṭa na kaheu bhavānī| hara aṃtarajāmī saba jānī|| sunahi satī tava nāri subhāū| saṃsaya asa na dharia ura kāū|| jāsu kathā kubhaṃja riṣi gāī| bhagati jāsu maiṃ munihi sunāī|| sou mama iṣṭadeva raghubīrā| sevata jāhi sadā muni dhīrā||

    Meaning

    Vishnu, she reasoned, has taken a human body for the good of the gods, and so he too must be all-knowing, just as Tripurari is. Would he, the abode of wisdom, the husband of Shri, the foe of demons, go searching for his wife like an ignorant man? And yet Shambhu's word cannot be false either, for everyone knows that Shiva knows all things. Such doubt grew boundless in her mind, and no light of understanding would spread through her heart. Though Bhavani said nothing openly, Hara, who dwells within all hearts, knew it all. 'Listen, Sati: this is your womanly nature. Never hold such a doubt within your heart. He whose story the jar-born sage Agastya sang, and whose devotion I myself set forth to that sage, is my own chosen deity, Raghubira, whom steadfast sages serve for ever.'

  52. Verse 52

    caupāī jauṃ tumhareṃ mana ati saṃdehū| tau kina jāi parīchā lehū|| taba lagi baiṭha ahau~ baṭachāhiṃ| jaba lagi tumha aihahu mohi pāhī|| jaiseṃ jāi moha bhrama bhārī| karehu so jatanu bibeka bicārī|| calīṃ satī siva āyasu pāī| karahiṃ bicāru karauṃ kā bhāī|| ihā~ saṃbhu asa mana anumānā| dacchasutā kahu~ nahiṃ kalyānā|| morehu kaheṃ na saṃsaya jāhīṃ| bidhī biparīta bhalāī nāhīṃ|| hoihi soi jo rāma raci rākhā| ko kari tarka baṛhāvai sākhā|| asa kahi lage japana harināmā| gaī satī jaha~ prabhu sukhadhāmā|| dohā/soraṭhā puni puni hṛdaya~ vicāru kari dhari sītā kara rupa| āgeṃ hoi cali paṃtha tehi jehiṃ āvata narabhūpa||52||

    Meaning

    'If the doubt in your mind is so great, then why not go and put him to the test? I shall sit here in the shade of the banyan until you come back to me. Weigh it with discernment and do whatever will rid you of this heavy delusion and error.' Having received Shiva's leave, Sati set out, turning over in her mind what she should do. Here Shambhu reckoned within himself, 'There is no good in store for Daksha's daughter. Even at my telling her doubt does not depart; fate has turned against her, and nothing good will come of it. What Rama has ordained will surely come to pass — who can argue and put out fresh branches?' Saying this he fell to repeating Hari's name, while Sati went to where the Lord, the abode of joy, was. Turning it over in her heart again and again, she took on the form of Sita and walked on ahead by the very path along which the king of men was coming.

  53. Verse 53

    caupāī lachimana dīkha umākṛta beṣā cakita bhae bhrama hṛdaya~ biseṣā|| kahi na sakata kachu ati gaṃbhīrā| prabhu prabhāu jānata matidhīrā|| satī kapaṭu jāneu surasvāmī| sabadarasī saba aṃtarajāmī|| sumirata jāhi miṭai agyānā| soi sarabagya rāmu bhagavānā|| satī kīnha caha taha~hu~ durāū| dekhahu nāri subhāva prabhāū|| nija māyā balu hṛdaya~ bakhānī| bole bihasi rāmu mṛdu bānī|| jori pāni prabhu kīnha pranāmū| pitā sameta līnha nija nāmū|| kaheu bahori kahā~ bṛṣaketū| bipina akeli phirahu kehi hetū|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma bacana mṛdu gūṛha suni upajā ati saṃkocu| satī sabhīta mahesa pahiṃ calīṃ hṛdaya~ baṛa socu||53||

    Meaning

    Lakshmana saw the guise that Uma had put on and was struck with astonishment; a great bewilderment filled his heart. Grave beyond speech, he could say nothing, for being steady of understanding he knew the Lord's might. The lord of the gods recognized Sati's deception — he who sees all and dwells within every heart, he by remembering whom ignorance is destroyed, that all-knowing Rama who is the Lord himself. Sati wished to keep her disguise hidden even there: behold the force of a woman's nature! Praising within himself the power of his own Maya, Rama smiled and spoke in gentle words. With joined palms the Lord made obeisance and gave his own name along with his father's, and then asked, 'Where is the bull-bannered one? For what reason do you wander alone in the forest?' Hearing Rama's soft words with their hidden meaning, she was overcome with embarrassment, and in fear Sati turned back towards Mahesha with a heavy weight of worry in her heart.

  54. Verse 54

    caupāī maiṃ saṃkara kara kahā na mānā| nija agyānu rāma para ānā|| jāi utaru aba dehau~ kāhā| ura upajā ati dāruna dāhā|| jānā rāma satīṃ dukhu pāvā| nija prabhāu kachu pragaṭi janāvā|| satīṃ dīkha kautuku maga jātā| āgeṃ rāmu sahita śrī bhrātā|| phiri citavā pācheṃ prabhu dekhā| sahita baṃdhu siya suṃdara veṣā|| jaha~ citavahiṃ taha~ prabhu āsīnā| sevahiṃ siddha munīsa prabīnā|| dekhe siva bidhi biṣnu anekā| amita prabhāu eka teṃ ekā|| baṃdata carana karata prabhu sevā| bibidha beṣa dekhe saba devā|| dohā/soraṭhā satī bidhātrī iṃdirā dekhīṃ amita anūpa| jehiṃ jehiṃ beṣa ajādi sura tehi tehi tana anurūpa||54||

    Meaning

    'I did not heed Shankara's word, and I laid my own ignorance upon Rama. What answer shall I give when I go back to him?' — and a fierce burning rose in her heart. Rama knew that Sati had come to grief, and revealed to her something of his own glory. As she went along the road Sati saw a marvel: ahead of her walked Rama with Shri and his brother. She turned and looked behind, and there too the Lord was seen, beautifully arrayed, with his brother and Sita. Wherever her glance fell, there the Lord sat enthroned, waited upon by siddhas and by the most accomplished lords of sages. She saw Shivas, Brahmas and Vishnus without number, each of immeasurable glory surpassing the last, all bowing at his feet and serving the Lord; every god she saw in his manifold guises. Sati saw the Creator's consort and Indira in countless, unequalled forms — in whatever guise Brahma and the other gods appeared, the goddesses bore bodies to match them.

  55. Verse 55

    caupāī dekhe jaha~ taha~ raghupati jete| saktinha sahita sakala sura tete|| jīva carācara jo saṃsārā| dekhe sakala aneka prakārā|| pūjahiṃ prabhuhi deva bahu beṣā| rāma rūpa dūsara nahiṃ dekhā|| avaloke raghupati bahutere| sītā sahita na beṣa ghanere|| soi raghubara soi lachimanu sītā| dekhi satī ati bhaī sabhītā|| hṛdaya kaṃpa tana sudhi kachu nāhīṃ| nayana mūdi baiṭhīṃ maga māhīṃ|| bahuri bilokeu nayana ughārī| kachu na dīkha taha~ dacchakumārī|| puni puni nāi rāma pada sīsā| calīṃ tahā~ jaha~ rahe girīsā|| dohā/soraṭhā gaī samīpa mahesa taba ha~si pūchī kusalāta| līnhī parīchā kavana bidhi kahahu satya saba bāta||55||

    Meaning

    As many Raghupatis as she saw here and there, just so many were the gods, and all of them stood with their Shaktis. Every living thing of the world, moving and unmoving, she saw in its many kinds. Gods in a multitude of guises worshipped the Lord, but nowhere did she see a second form of Rama. Many Raghupatis she beheld, each with Sita beside him, and their appearance was not varied: the same Raghubara, the same Lakshmana and Sita. Seeing this, Sati was seized with terror. Her heart shook, all awareness of her body left her, and she shut her eyes and sat down there in the road. When she opened her eyes and looked again, Daksha's daughter saw nothing there at all. Bowing her head again and again at Rama's feet, she went to where the lord of the mountains was. When she came near, Mahesha smiled and asked after her welfare: 'In what manner did you make your test? Tell me the whole truth.'

  56. Verse 56

    caupāī satīṃ samujhi raghubīra prabhāū| bhaya basa siva sana kīnha durāū|| kachu na parīchā līnhi gosāī| kīnha pranāmu tumhārihi nāī|| jo tumha kahā so mṛṣā na hoī| moreṃ mana pratīti ati soī|| taba saṃkara dekheu dhari dhyānā| satīṃ jo kīnha carita saba jānā|| bahuri rāmamāyahi siru nāvā| preri satihi jehiṃ jhū~ṭha kahāvā|| hari icchā bhāvī balavānā| hṛdaya~ bicārata saṃbhu sujānā|| satīṃ kīnha sītā kara beṣā| siva ura bhayau biṣāda biseṣā|| jauṃ aba karau~ satī sana prītī| miṭai bhagati pathu hoi anītī|| dohā/soraṭhā parama punīta na jāi taji kie~ prema baṛa pāpu| pragaṭi na kahata mahesu kachu hṛdaya~ adhika saṃtāpu||56||

    Meaning

    Sati had grasped Raghubira's power, and out of fear she hid the matter from Shiva. 'I made no test at all, my lord; I bowed to him just as you did. What you told me cannot be false — my mind holds firm faith in that.' Then Shankara withdrew into meditation and looked, and knew everything Sati had done. He bowed his head once more to Rama's Maya, which had impelled Sati to speak an untruth. 'Hari's will and what is destined are mighty' — so the wise Shambhu reflected within. Sati had taken on the guise of Sita, and at this a particular sorrow rose in Shiva's breast: 'If I now keep the love of a husband with Sati, devotion is undone and the path becomes wrong.' She is supremely holy and cannot be forsaken, yet to love her would be a grave sin. Mahesha said nothing of it openly, but in his heart the anguish grew great.

  57. Verse 57

    caupāī taba saṃkara prabhu pada siru nāvā| sumirata rāmu hṛdaya~ asa āvā|| ehiṃ tana satihi bheṭa mohi nāhīṃ| siva saṃkalpu kīnha mana māhīṃ|| asa bicāri saṃkaru matidhīrā| cale bhavana sumirata raghubīrā|| calata gagana bhai girā suhāī| jaya mahesa bhali bhagati dṛṛhāī|| asa pana tumha binu karai ko ānā| rāmabhagata samaratha bhagavānā|| suni nabhagirā satī ura socā| pūchā sivahi sameta sakocā|| kīnha kavana pana kahahu kṛpālā| satyadhāma prabhu dīnadayālā|| jadapi satīṃ pūchā bahu bhā~tī| tadapi na kaheu tripura ārātī|| dohā/soraṭhā satīṃ hṛdaya anumāna kiya sabu jāneu sarbagya| kīnha kapaṭu maiṃ saṃbhu sana nāri sahaja jaṛa agya||57ka|| jalu paya sarisa bikāi dekhahu prīti ki rīti bhali| bilaga hoi rasu jāi kapaṭa khaṭāī parata puni||57kha||

    Meaning

    Then Shankara bowed his head at the Lord's feet, and as he remembered Rama this came into his heart: 'In this body Sati shall have no union with me.' Shiva made that resolve within his mind. Thinking so, the steady-minded Shankara set out for his own abode, remembering Raghubira. As he travelled, a lovely voice sounded from the sky: 'Glory to Mahesha, who has made devotion firm! Who but you could take such a vow? You are Rama's devotee, the all-capable Lord.' Hearing the voice from the sky, Sati grew troubled at heart, and with some hesitation she asked Shiva, 'Tell me, merciful one, what vow have you taken, O abode of truth, Lord compassionate to the lowly?' Though Sati asked in many ways, the enemy of Tripura would not tell her. Then Sati guessed in her heart that the all-knowing one had come to know everything. 'I practised deceit with Shambhu; a woman is by nature dull and unknowing.' Water passes for milk and sells at its price — see how fine the ways of love are! But let the sourness of deceit fall in, and the two part, and all the goodness of it is gone.

  58. Verse 58

    caupāī hṛdaya~ socu samujhata nija karanī| ciṃtā amita jāi nahi baranī|| kṛpāsiṃdhu siva parama agādhā| pragaṭa na kaheu mora aparādhā|| saṃkara rukha avaloki bhavānī| prabhu mohi tajeu hṛdaya~ akulānī|| nija agha samujhi na kachu kahi jāī| tapai avā~ iva ura adhikāī|| satihi sasoca jāni bṛṣaketū| kahīṃ kathā suṃdara sukha hetū|| baranata paṃtha bibidha itihāsā| bisvanātha pahu~ce kailāsā|| taha~ puni saṃbhu samujhi pana āpana| baiṭhe baṭa tara kari kamalāsana|| saṃkara sahaja sarupa samhārā| lāgi samādhi akhaṃḍa apārā|| dohā/soraṭhā satī basahi kailāsa taba adhika socu mana māhiṃ| maramu na koū jāna kachu juga sama divasa sirāhiṃ||58||

    Meaning

    Thinking of what she had done, there was grief in her heart and a boundless anxiety that could not be described. 'Shiva is an ocean of mercy, utterly unfathomable — he did not speak my offence aloud.' Reading Shankara's mood, Bhavani was distressed within: 'My Lord has forsaken me.' Aware of her own sin, she could say nothing, and her breast burned within her like a kiln. Knowing Sati downcast, the bull-bannered lord told her fair stories for her comfort, and relating many old tales along the road, the Lord of the universe reached Kailasa. There, remembering his vow once more, Shambhu seated himself in the lotus posture beneath a banyan tree; Shankara resumed his natural form and entered a samadhi unbroken and without limit. Sati then dwelt on Kailasa with sorrow growing heavier in her mind; no one knew anything of the secret, and her days passed away like ages.

  59. Verse 59

    caupāī nita nava socu satīṃ ura bhārā| kaba jaihau~ dukha sāgara pārā|| maiṃ jo kīnha raghupati apamānā| puni pati bacanu mṛṣā kari jānā|| so phalu mohi bidhātā~ dīnhā| jo kachu ucita rahā soi kīnhā|| aba bidhi asa būjhia nahi tohī| saṃkara bimukha jiāvasi mohī|| kahi na jāī kachu hṛdaya galānī| mana mahu~ rāmāhi sumira sayānī|| jau prabhu dīnadayālu kahāvā| āratī harana beda jasu gāvā|| tau maiṃ binaya karau~ kara jorī| chūṭau begi deha yaha morī|| jauṃ more siva carana sanehū| mana krama bacana satya bratu ehū|| dohā/soraṭhā tau sabadarasī sunia prabhu karau so begi upāi| hoi maranu jehī binahiṃ śrama dusaha bipatti bihāi||59||

    Meaning

    Fresh sorrow weighed on Sati's heart each day: 'When shall I cross to the far shore of this ocean of grief? I insulted Raghupati, and then held my husband's word to be false; the Creator has given me the fruit of that, and whatever was fitting he has done. But now, Creator, there is no understanding you — that you keep me alive, turned away from Shankara.' The shame in her heart was beyond telling; wise as she was, she remembered Rama within her mind. 'If the Lord is called compassionate to the humble, and the Vedas sing his fame as the remover of distress, then I make my prayer with folded hands: let this body of mine be released quickly. If I have true love for Shiva's feet, and this is my vow in thought, word and deed, then hear me, all-seeing Lord, and swiftly bring about such a remedy that death may come to me, and this unbearable calamity may pass without further struggle.'

  60. Verse 60

    caupāī ehi bidhi dukhita prajesakumārī| akathanīya dāruna dukhu bhārī|| bīteṃ saṃbata sahasa satāsī| tajī samādhi saṃbhu abināsī|| rāma nāma siva sumirana lāge| jāneu satīṃ jagatapati jāge|| jāi saṃbhu pada baṃdanu kīnhī| sanamukha saṃkara āsanu dīnhā|| lage kahana harikathā rasālā| daccha prajesa bhae tehi kālā|| dekhā bidhi bicāri saba lāyaka| dacchahi kīnha prajāpati nāyaka|| baṛa adhikāra daccha jaba pāvā| ati abhimānu hṛdaya~ taba āvā|| nahiṃ kou asa janamā jaga māhīṃ| prabhutā pāi jāhi mada nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā daccha lie muni boli saba karana lage baṛa jāga| nevate sādara sakala sura je pāvata makha bhāga||60||

    Meaning

    In this way the daughter of the lord of creatures suffered, and her grief was heavy, dreadful and beyond all telling. When eighty-seven thousand years had passed, the imperishable Shambhu left his samadhi. Shiva began to remember the name of Rama, and by this Sati knew that the Lord of the world had awakened. She went and made obeisance at Shambhu's feet, and Shankara gave her a seat before him and began to tell the delightful stories of Hari. In that same time Daksha became lord of creatures: Brahma, having judged him fit in every way, appointed Daksha chief of the Prajapatis. When Daksha received so great an office, great pride entered his heart, for none has been born in this world who, on gaining lordship, is free of conceit. Daksha summoned all the sages and set about a great sacrifice, and he respectfully invited all those gods who receive a share of the offering.

  61. Verse 61

    caupāī kiṃnara nāga siddha gaṃdharbā| badhunha sameta cale sura sarbā|| biṣnu biraṃci mahesu bihāī| cale sakala sura jāna banāī|| satīṃ biloke byoma bimānā| jāta cale suṃdara bidhi nānā|| sura suṃdarī karahiṃ kala gānā| sunata śravana chūṭahiṃ muni dhyānā|| pūcheu taba siva~ kaheu bakhānī| pitā jagya suni kachu haraṣānī|| jauṃ mahesu mohi āyasu dehīṃ| kucha dina jāi rahauṃ misa ehīṃ|| pati parityāga hṛdaya dukhu bhārī| kahai na nija aparādha bicārī|| bolī satī manohara bānī| bhaya saṃkoca prema rasa sānī|| dohā/soraṭhā pitā bhavana utsava parama jauṃ prabhu āyasu hoi| tau mai jāu~ kṛpāyatana sādara dekhana soi||61||

    Meaning

    Kinnaras, Nagas, Siddhas and Gandharvas — every god set out, and with them their wives. Excepting Vishnu, Brahma and Mahesha, all the gods went, their aerial cars decked out for the journey. Sati saw those cars passing across the sky, beautiful in many fashions, and the women of heaven singing sweetly as they went — song at whose sound the meditation of sages slipped away. She asked Shiva then, and he told her the whole matter at length; and hearing of her father's sacrifice she was somewhat gladdened. If Mahesha will give me leave, she thought, I shall go on this pretext and stay a few days. The grief of having been forsaken by her husband lay heavy in her heart, yet she did not speak of it, weighing her own offence. In a winning voice, steeped in fear and diffidence and the savour of love, Sati said: 'There is a great festival at my father's house. If my lord permits it, then, O abode of grace, let me go and reverently look upon it.'

  62. Verse 62

    caupāī kahehu nīka morehu~ mana bhāvā| yaha anucita nahiṃ nevata paṭhāvā|| daccha sakala nija sutā bolāī| hamareṃ bayara tumhau bisarāī|| brahmasabhā~ hama sana dukhu mānā| tehi teṃ ajahu~ karahiṃ apamānā|| jauṃ binu boleṃ jāhu bhavānī| rahai na sīlu sanehu na kānī|| jadapi mitra prabhu pitu gura gehā| jāia binu bolehu~ na sa~dehā|| tadapi birodha māna jaha~ koī| tahā~ gae~ kalyānu na hoī|| bhā~ti aneka saṃbhu samujhāvā| bhāvī basa na gyānu ura āvā|| kaha prabhu jāhu jo binahiṃ bolāe~| nahiṃ bhali bāta hamāre bhāe~|| dohā/soraṭhā kahi dekhā hara jatana bahu rahai na dacchakumāri| die mukhya gana saṃga taba bidā kīnha tripurāri||62||

    Meaning

    'You have spoken well,' said Shiva, 'and it pleases my mind too; only this much is improper — that no invitation has been sent. Daksha has summoned all his daughters; because of his quarrel with me he has passed you over as well. In Brahma's assembly he took offence at me, and from that day he insults us still. If you go unbidden, Bhavani, neither propriety will survive it, nor affection, nor regard. Granted that to the house of a friend, a master, a father or a teacher one may go without being called — of that there is no doubt; yet where anyone nurses hostility, no good comes of going there.' Shambhu reasoned with her in many ways, but destiny had its way and no such understanding entered her heart. Then the Lord said, 'Go, if you will go unasked; to my mind it is not a good business.' Hara tried every device of persuasion, but Daksha's daughter would not stay; so Tripurari sent his chief attendants along with her and let her go.

  63. Verse 63

    caupāī pitā bhavana jaba gaī bhavānī| daccha trāsa kāhu~ na sanamānī|| sādara bhalehiṃ milī eka mātā| bhaginīṃ milīṃ bahuta musukātā|| daccha na kachu pūchī kusalātā| satihi biloki jare saba gātā|| satīṃ jāi dekheu taba jāgā| katahu~ na dīkha saṃbhu kara bhāgā|| taba cita caṛheu jo saṃkara kaheū| prabhu apamānu samujhi ura daheū|| pāchila dukhu na hṛdaya~ asa byāpā| jasa yaha bhayau mahā paritāpā|| jadyapi jaga dāruna dukha nānā| saba teṃ kaṭhina jāti avamānā|| samujhi so satihi bhayau ati krodhā| bahu bidhi jananīṃ kīnha prabodhā|| dohā/soraṭhā siva apamānu na jāi sahi hṛdaya~ na hoi prabodha| sakala sabhahi haṭhi haṭaki taba bolīṃ bacana sakrodha||63||

    Meaning

    When Bhavani reached her father's house, no one honoured her, for fear of Daksha. Her mother alone met her with warmth and reverence; her sisters met her with a great deal of smiling. Daksha did not so much as ask after her welfare — at the sight of Sati every limb of his burned. Sati went and looked at the sacrifice, and nowhere did she see a share set apart for Shambhu. Then what Shankara had told her rose in her mind, and realizing the slight put upon her Lord her heart was scorched. Her earlier sorrow had never pierced her heart as this great anguish did now; for though the world holds many cruel griefs, harder than all of them is to be dishonoured before one's own. Thinking on it, Sati was seized with great anger, and her mother tried every way of soothing her. But the insult to Shiva could not be borne, and no comfort would settle in her heart; so, checking the whole assembly by main force, she spoke out in wrath.

  64. Verse 64

    caupāī sunahu sabhāsada sakala muniṃdā| kahī sunī jinha saṃkara niṃdā|| so phalu turata lahaba saba kāhū~| bhalī bhā~ti pachitāba pitāhū~|| saṃta saṃbhu śrīpati apabādā| sunia jahā~ taha~ asi marajādā|| kāṭia tāsu jībha jo basāī| śravana mūdi na ta calia parāī|| jagadātamā mahesu purārī| jagata janaka saba ke hitakārī|| pitā maṃdamati niṃdata tehī| daccha sukra saṃbhava yaha dehī|| tajihau~ turata deha tehi hetū| ura dhari caṃdramauli bṛṣaketū|| asa kahi joga agini tanu jārā| bhayau sakala makha hāhākārā|| dohā/soraṭhā satī maranu suni saṃbhu gana lage karana makha khīsa| jagya bidhaṃsa biloki bhṛgu racchā kīnhi munīsa||64||

    Meaning

    'Hear me, all you members of this assembly and all you great sages, who have uttered or listened to abuse of Shankara. Every one of you shall receive the fruit of it at once, and my father too will repent it thoroughly. Wherever slander of saints, of Shambhu or of Shripati is heard, this is the rule — cut out the tongue of the slanderer if it lies in your power; if not, stop your ears and walk away. Mahesha, destroyer of Tripura, is the soul of the world, the father of the world, the well-wisher of all, and my dull-witted father reviles him. This body of mine sprang from Daksha's seed, and for that reason I shall give it up this very moment, holding in my heart the moon-crested Lord whose banner bears the bull.' So saying she burned her body in the fire of yoga, and a wail of horror went up throughout the sacrifice. Hearing of Sati's death, Shambhu's attendants set about wrecking the rite; and seeing the sacrifice broken up, the great sage Bhrigu came to its defence.

  65. Verse 65

    caupāī samācāra saba saṃkara pāe| bīrabhadru kari kopa paṭhāe|| jagya bidhaṃsa jāi tinha kīnhā| sakala suranha bidhivata phalu dīnhā|| bhe jagabidita daccha gati soī| jasi kachu saṃbhu bimukha kai hoī|| yaha itihāsa sakala jaga jānī| tāte maiṃ saṃchepa bakhānī|| satīṃ marata hari sana baru māgā| janama janama siva pada anurāgā|| tehi kārana himagiri gṛha jāī| janamīṃ pārabatī tanu pāī|| jaba teṃ umā saila gṛha jāīṃ| sakala siddhi saṃpati taha~ chāī|| jaha~ taha~ muninha suāśrama kīnhe| ucita bāsa hima bhūdhara dīnhe|| dohā/soraṭhā sadā sumana phala sahita saba druma nava nānā jāti| pragaṭīṃ suṃdara saila para mani ākara bahu bhā~ti||65||

    Meaning

    All these tidings reached Shankara, and in anger he sent out Virabhadra. He went and destroyed the sacrifice, and dealt out to each of the gods the fruit that was properly his. The end that came upon Daksha became known through all the world — such an end as befalls whoever turns away from Shambhu. This story the whole world knows, and therefore I have told it briefly. As she died, Sati begged a boon of Hari: love for Shiva's feet, birth after birth. For that reason she went to the house of the snowy mountain and was born there, taking the body of Parvati. From the day Uma came to the mountain's house, every power and every kind of wealth spread over it; here and there sages built themselves fine hermitages, and Himavan gave them fitting dwellings. Trees of many new kinds stood always laden with blossom and fruit, and on that lovely mountain seams of gems of many sorts came to light.

  66. Verse 66

    caupāī saritā saba punita jalu bahahīṃ| khaga mṛga madhupa sukhī saba rahahīṃ|| sahaja bayaru saba jīvanha tyāgā| giri para sakala karahiṃ anurāgā|| soha saila girijā gṛha āe~| jimi janu rāmabhagati ke pāe~|| nita nūtana maṃgala gṛha tāsū| brahmādika gāvahiṃ jasu jāsū|| nārada samācāra saba pāe| kautukahīṃ giri geha sidhāe|| sailarāja baṛa ādara kīnhā| pada pakhāri bara āsanu dīnhā|| nāri sahita muni pada siru nāvā| carana salila sabu bhavanu siṃcāvā|| nija saubhāgya bahuta giri baranā| sutā boli melī muni caranā|| dohā/soraṭhā trikālagya sarbagya tumha gati sarbatra tumhāri|| kahahu sutā ke doṣa guna munibara hṛdaya~ bicāri||66||

    Meaning

    All the rivers ran with pure water, and birds, deer and bees lived in contentment. Every creature gave up its inborn enmity, and on that mountain all showed one another affection. The hill shone with Girija's coming to its house, as a man shines who has come by devotion to Rama. In that house there was fresh rejoicing every day — the house of him whose glory Brahma and the other gods sing. Narada received all this news and came to the mountain's dwelling as though on a whim. The lord of mountains did him great honour, washed his feet and gave him a noble seat; with his wife he bowed his head at the sage's feet, and had the whole house sprinkled with the water from them. He described his own good fortune at length, then called his daughter and laid her at the sage's feet. 'You know the three times and know all things, and your going is unhindered everywhere. Ponder in your heart, best of sages, and tell me the faults and the virtues of my daughter.'

  67. Verse 67

    caupāī kaha muni bihasi gūṛha mṛdu bānī| sutā tumhāri sakala guna khānī|| suṃdara sahaja susīla sayānī| nāma umā aṃbikā bhavānī|| saba lacchana saṃpanna kumārī| hoihi saṃtata piyahi piārī|| sadā acala ehi kara ahivātā| ehi teṃ jasu paihahiṃ pitu mātā|| hoihi pūjya sakala jaga māhīṃ| ehi sevata kachu durlabha nāhīṃ|| ehi kara nāmu sumiri saṃsārā| triya caṛhahahiṃ patibrata asidhārā|| saila sulacchana sutā tumhārī| sunahu je aba avaguna dui cārī|| aguna amāna mātu pitu hīnā| udāsīna saba saṃsaya chīnā|| dohā/soraṭhā jogī jaṭila akāma mana nagana amaṃgala beṣa|| asa svāmī ehi kaha~ milihi parī hasta asi rekha||67||

    Meaning

    The sage smiled and spoke soft words of hidden meaning: 'Your daughter is a mine of every virtue - lovely, gracious by nature, well-conducted and wise; her names shall be Uma, Ambika and Bhavani. The girl is endowed with every auspicious mark, and will be dear to her husband for ever; her wifehood shall stand unshaken, and through her both her parents will win renown. She will be worshipped throughout the world, and for those who serve her nothing will remain hard to obtain; remembering her name, women in this world will mount the sword's edge of wifely devotion. Such, O mountain, are the fair marks of your daughter; now hear a fault or two. The husband she wins will be without attributes, heedless of honour, without mother or father, detached, and stripped of every doubt - a matted-haired ascetic, dispassionate of mind, naked and inauspicious in dress. Such a lord will she meet, for so runs the line traced upon her palm.'

  68. Verse 68

    caupāī suni muni girā satya jiya~ jānī| dukha daṃpatihi umā haraṣānī|| nāradahu~ yaha bhedu na jānā| dasā eka samujhaba bilagānā|| sakala sakhīṃ girijā giri mainā| pulaka sarīra bhare jala nainā|| hoi na mṛṣā devariṣi bhāṣā| umā so bacanu hṛdaya~ dhari rākhā|| upajeu siva pada kamala sanehū| milana kaṭhina mana bhā saṃdehū|| jāni kuavasaru prīti durāī| sakhī ucha~ga baiṭhī puni jāī|| jhūṭhi na hoi devariṣi bānī| socahi daṃpati sakhīṃ sayānī|| ura dhari dhīra kahai girirāū| kahahu nātha kā karia upāū|| dohā/soraṭhā kaha munīsa himavaṃta sunu jo bidhi likhā lilāra| deva danuja nara nāga muni kou na meṭanihāra||68||

    Meaning

    Hearing the sage's speech and knowing in their hearts that it was true, the couple were stricken with grief - but Uma was filled with joy. Even Narada did not know this secret: the situation was one, yet it was understood in two quite different ways. The companions, Girija, the mountain and Maina alike stood with bodies thrilling and eyes brimming with tears. A divine sage's word can never prove false: Uma laid that word up in her heart, and love for Shiva's lotus feet was born in her; but since the meeting seemed hard, doubt entered her mind. Judging the moment unfit, she hid her love and rose and went to sit again in a companion's lap. 'The divine sage's word cannot be false' - so the couple and the wise companions brooded. Taking courage in his heart, the mountain-king said, 'Tell me, master, what remedy should be tried?' The lord of sages answered, 'Listen, Himavan: what the Creator has written on the brow, none among gods, demons, men, nagas or sages can erase.'

  69. Verse 69

    caupāī tadapi eka maiṃ kahau~ upāī| hoi karai jauṃ daiu sahāī|| jasa baru maiṃ baraneu~ tumha pāhīṃ| milahi umahi tasa saṃsaya nāhīṃ|| je je bara ke doṣa bakhāne| te saba siva pahi maiṃ anumāne|| jauṃ bibāhu saṃkara sana hoī| doṣau guna sama kaha sabu koī|| jauṃ ahi seja sayana hari karahīṃ| budha kachu tinha kara doṣu na dharahīṃ|| bhānu kṛsānu sarba rasa khāhīṃ| tinha kaha~ maṃda kahata kou nāhīṃ|| subha aru asubha salila saba bahaī| surasari kou apunīta na kahaī|| samaratha kahu~ nahiṃ doṣu gosāī| rabi pāvaka surasari kī nāī|| dohā/soraṭhā jauṃ asa hisiṣā karahiṃ nara jaṛi bibeka abhimāna| parahiṃ kalapa bhari naraka mahu~ jīva ki īsa samāna||69||

    Meaning

    'Even so, I will name one remedy, and it will succeed if providence lends its help. The bridegroom I described to you is the one Uma will win - of that there is no doubt; and every fault I set out in that bridegroom I have inferred in Shiva himself. If the marriage is made with Shankara, everyone will speak of those very faults as equal to virtues. If Hari sleeps upon a serpent for his couch, the wise fasten no blame on him for it. The sun and fire consume substances of every kind, yet nobody calls them base. Water pure and impure alike flows in the river of the gods, yet nobody calls Ganga unclean. Master, no fault attaches to the powerful - it is so with the sun, with fire, and with Ganga. But if men, their discernment burnt away by pride, set themselves to such rivalry, they fall into hell for a whole kalpa: how should the creature ever be the equal of the Lord?'

  70. Verse 70

    caupāī surasari jala kṛta bāruni jānā| kabahu~ na saṃta karahiṃ tehi pānā|| surasari mileṃ so pāvana jaiseṃ| īsa anīsahi aṃtaru taiseṃ|| saṃbhu sahaja samaratha bhagavānā| ehi bibāha~ saba bidhi kalyānā|| durārādhya pai ahahiṃ mahesū| āsutoṣa puni kie~ kalesū|| jauṃ tapu karai kumāri tumhārī| bhāviu meṭi sakahiṃ tripurārī|| jadyapi bara aneka jaga māhīṃ| ehi kaha~ siva taji dūsara nāhīṃ|| bara dāyaka pranatārati bhaṃjana| kṛpāsiṃdhu sevaka mana raṃjana|| icchita phala binu siva avarādhe| lahia na koṭi joga japa sādheṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā asa kahi nārada sumiri hari girijahi dīnhi asīsa| hoihi yaha kalyāna aba saṃsaya tajahu girīsa||70||

    Meaning

    'Liquor distilled from the water of the heavenly river is never drunk by holy men, once they know it for what it is; yet let it fall back into Ganga and it is pure again - such is the difference between the Lord and one who is no lord. Shambhu is by his own nature the almighty God; in this marriage there is blessing on every side. Mahesha is hard indeed to propitiate, yet he is quickly won when hardship is undergone for his sake. If your daughter practises austerity, Tripurari can wipe out even what is destined. Though the world holds many a bridegroom, for her there is none but Shiva - giver of boons, breaker of the suppliant's distress, ocean of grace, delight of his servants' hearts. Without worshipping Shiva the desired fruit is not gained, though one accomplish ten million disciplines of yoga and repetition.' So saying, Narada called Hari to mind and gave Girija his blessing: 'This good shall surely come to pass; now let go of your doubt, O lord of mountains.'

  71. Verse 71

    caupāī kahi asa brahmabhavana muni gayaū| āgila carita sunahu jasa bhayaū|| patihi ekāṃta pāi kaha mainā| nātha na maiṃ samujhe muni bainā|| jauṃ gharu baru kulu hoi anūpā| karia bibāhu sutā anurupā|| na ta kanyā baru rahau kuārī| kaṃta umā mama prānapiārī|| jauṃ na milahi baru girijahi jogū| giri jaṛa sahaja kahihi sabu logū|| soi bicāri pati karehu bibāhū| jehiṃ na bahori hoi ura dāhū|| asa kahi pari carana dhari sīsā| bole sahita saneha girīsā|| baru pāvaka pragaṭai sasi māhīṃ| nārada bacanu anyathā nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā priyā socu pariharahu sabu sumirahu śrībhagavāna| pārabatihi niramayau jehiṃ soi karihi kalyāna||71||

    Meaning

    Having spoken thus the sage went away to Brahma's abode. Hear now the story that followed. Finding her husband alone, Maina said, 'My lord, I could not make out the sage's words. If the home, the bridegroom and the family are beyond compare, then arrange a marriage worthy of our daughter; if not, let the girl rather remain unwed - husband, Uma is dear to me as my own life. If no bridegroom fit for Girija is found, everyone will say that a mountain is dull by nature. Weigh this, my lord, and settle the marriage so that afterwards there be no burning in the heart.' So saying she fell at his feet and laid her head upon them, and the lord of mountains answered with affection, 'Sooner may fire break out in the moon than Narada's word prove otherwise. Beloved, put away all anxiety and remember the blessed Lord: he who fashioned Parvati will himself bring about her good.'

  72. Verse 72

    caupāī aba jau tumhahi sutā para nehū| tau asa jāi sikhāvana dehū|| karai so tapu jehiṃ milahiṃ mahesū| āna upāya~ na miṭahi kalesū|| nārada bacana sagarbha sahetū| suṃdara saba guna nidhi bṛṣaketū|| asa bicāri tumha tajahu asaṃkā| sabahi bhā~ti saṃkaru akalaṃkā|| suni pati bacana haraṣi mana māhīṃ| gaī turata uṭhi girijā pāhīṃ|| umahi biloki nayana bhare bārī| sahita saneha goda baiṭhārī|| bārahiṃ bāra leti ura lāī| gadagada kaṃṭha na kachu kahi jāī|| jagata mātu sarbagya bhavānī| mātu sukhada bolīṃ mṛdu bānī|| dohā/soraṭhā sunahi mātu maiṃ dīkha asa sapana sunāvau~ tohi| suṃdara gaura subiprabara asa upadeseu mohi||72||

    Meaning

    'Now if you love your daughter, then go and give her this instruction: let her practise the austerity by which Mahesha may be won, for by no other means will this trouble be lifted. Narada's words were weighty and reasoned; the bull-bannered god is beautiful and a treasure-house of every virtue. Consider this and put away your fear - Shankara is in every way spotless.' Hearing her husband's words Maina rejoiced at heart, and rose at once and went to Girija. At the sight of Uma her eyes filled with tears; tenderly she seated her in her lap and pressed her again and again to her breast, her throat so choked that she could say nothing. Then Bhavani, mother of the world and knower of all, spoke soft words to gladden her mother: 'Listen, mother, I will tell you a dream that I have seen. A beautiful, fair-complexioned and most excellent brahmana gave me this counsel.'

  73. Verse 73

    caupāī karahi jāi tapu sailakumārī| nārada kahā so satya bicārī|| mātu pitahi puni yaha mata bhāvā| tapu sukhaprada dukha doṣa nasāvā|| tapabala racai prapaṃca bidhātā| tapabala biṣnu sakala jaga trātā|| tapabala saṃbhu karahiṃ saṃghārā| tapabala seṣu dharai mahibhārā|| tapa adhāra saba sṛṣṭi bhavānī| karahi jāi tapu asa jiya~ jānī|| sunata bacana bisamita mahatārī| sapana sunāyau girihi ha~kārī|| mātu pituhi bahubidhi samujhāī| calīṃ umā tapa hita haraṣāī|| priya parivāra pitā aru mātā| bhae bikala mukha āva na bātā|| dohā/soraṭhā bedasirā muni āi taba sabahi kahā samujhāi|| pārabatī mahimā sunata rahe prabodhahi pāi||73||

    Meaning

    'Go, daughter of the mountain, and practise austerity; hold as true what Narada has said.' This counsel found favour with her mother and father too, for penance bestows happiness and destroys sorrow and fault. By the strength of penance the Creator fashions the whole web of the world; by the strength of penance Vishnu preserves the entire universe; by the strength of penance Shambhu carries out destruction, and by the strength of penance Shesha bears the burden of the earth. All creation rests upon austerity, Bhavani; knowing this in your heart, go and practise it. Hearing these words the mother was struck with wonder; she called the mountain lord to her and recounted the dream. Uma reasoned with her mother and father in many ways, and set out rejoicing for her penance. Her dear kinsfolk, her father and her mother were left distraught, and no word would come to their lips. Then the sage Vedasira came and made all of them understand; hearing of Parvati's greatness they regained their composure.

  74. Verse 74

    caupāī ura dhari umā prānapati caranā| jāi bipina lāgīṃ tapu karanā|| ati sukumāra na tanu tapa jogū| pati pada sumiri tajeu sabu bhogū|| nita nava carana upaja anurāgā| bisarī deha tapahiṃ manu lāgā|| saṃbata sahasa mūla phala khāe| sāgu khāi sata baraṣa gavā~e|| kachu dina bhojanu bāri batāsā| kie kaṭhina kachu dina upabāsā|| bela pātī mahi parai sukhāī| tīni sahasa saṃbata soī khāī|| puni parihare sukhāneu paranā| umahi nāma taba bhayau aparanā|| dekhi umahi tapa khīna sarīrā| brahmagirā bhai gagana gabhīrā|| dohā/soraṭhā bhayau manoratha suphala tava sunu girijākumāri| pariharu dusaha kalesa saba aba milihahiṃ tripurāri||74||

    Meaning

    Holding in her heart the feet of her lord, Uma went into the forest and set herself to austerity. Her frame was far too tender to be fit for penance, yet, remembering her lord's feet, she gave up every enjoyment. Love for those feet welled up in her fresh each day; she forgot the body altogether and her mind fastened upon penance. For a thousand years she lived on roots and fruit, and passed a hundred years eating only leaves and herbs. For some days her food was water and air alone, and for some days she kept the harshest fasts. For three thousand years she ate nothing but the bel leaves that dried and dropped to the ground. Then she gave up even the withered leaves, and from this Uma won the name Aparna. Seeing her body worn thin by austerity, a deep voice of Brahma sounded from the sky: 'Hear, daughter of the mountain, your heart's desire has borne fruit. Lay aside all this unbearable hardship; Tripurari will now be yours.'

  75. Verse 75

    caupāī asa tapu kāhu~ na kīnha bhavānī| bhau aneka dhīra muni gyānī|| aba ura dharahu brahma bara bānī| satya sadā saṃtata suci jānī|| āvai pitā bolāvana jabahīṃ| haṭha parihari ghara jāehu tabahīṃ|| milahiṃ tumhahi jaba sapta riṣīsā| jānehu taba pramāna bāgīsā|| sunata girā bidhi gagana bakhānī| pulaka gāta girijā haraṣānī|| umā carita suṃdara maiṃ gāvā| sunahu saṃbhu kara carita suhāvā|| jaba teṃ satī jāi tanu tyāgā| taba seṃ siva mana bhayau birāgā|| japahiṃ sadā raghunāyaka nāmā| jaha~ taha~ sunahiṃ rāma guna grāmā|| dohā/soraṭhā cidānanda sukhadhāma siva bigata moha mada kāma| bicarahiṃ mahi dhari hṛdaya~ hari sakala loka abhirāma||75||

    Meaning

    'Such penance, Bhavani, no one has ever performed - many steadfast sages and knowers of truth there have been, yet none like this. Now hold Brahma's boon-granting words in your heart, and know them for ever true and ever pure. When your father comes to call you back, give up your obstinacy and go home then. And when the seven great sages meet you, take the word of the Lord of speech as proved.' Hearing this voice of Brahma declared from the sky, Girija was filled with joy and thrilled in every limb. I have sung the lovely story of Uma; now hear the charming doings of Shambhu. From the hour that Sati went and cast off her body, detachment took hold of Shiva's mind. He repeated the name of the Lord of the Raghus without ceasing, and listened everywhere to the host of Rama's virtues. Consciousness and bliss, the abode of joy, free of delusion, pride and desire, Shiva roamed the earth with Hari, the delight of all the worlds, held fast in his heart.

  76. Verse 76

    caupāī katahu~ muninha upadesahiṃ gyānā| katahu~ rāma guna karahiṃ bakhānā|| jadapi akāma tadapi bhagavānā| bhagata biraha dukha dukhita sujānā|| ehi bidhi gayau kālu bahu bītī| nita nai hoi rāma pada prītī|| naimu premu saṃkara kara dekhā| abicala hṛdaya~ bhagati kai rekhā|| pragaṭai rāmu kṛtagya kṛpālā| rūpa sīla nidhi teja bisālā|| bahu prakāra saṃkarahi sarāhā| tumha binu asa bratu ko nirabāhā|| bahubidhi rāma sivahi samujhāvā| pārabatī kara janmu sunāvā|| ati punīta girijā kai karanī| bistara sahita kṛpānidhi baranī|| dohā/soraṭhā aba binatī mama sunehu siva jauṃ mo para nija nehu| jāi bibāhahu sailajahi yaha mohi māgeṃ dehu||76||

    Meaning

    Here he taught wisdom to the sages, there he recounted the virtues of Rama. Though he is without desire, the all-knowing Lord was yet afflicted by the devotee's grief of separation. In this way a long stretch of time went by, and Shiva's love for Rama's feet grew new with every day. Seeing Shankara's steady observance and his love, and the unwavering line of devotion in his heart, Rama, who never forgets a service done and is full of mercy, a treasury of beauty and gentleness and of vast splendour, appeared before him. He praised Shankara in many ways: 'Save you, who could carry such a vow through?' In many ways Rama reasoned with Shiva, and told him of Parvati's birth; the ocean of compassion described at length the wholly holy course Girija had followed. 'Now hear my petition, Shiva, if you bear any love for me: go and wed the mountain's daughter - grant me this that I ask.'

  77. Verse 77

    caupāī kaha siva jadapi ucita asa nāhīṃ| nātha bacana puni meṭi na jāhīṃ|| sira dhari āyasu karia tumhārā| parama dharamu yaha nātha hamārā|| mātu pitā gura prabhu kai bānī| binahiṃ bicāra karia subha jānī|| tumha saba bhā~ti parama hitakārī| agyā sira para nātha tumhārī|| prabhu toṣeu suni saṃkara bacanā| bhakti bibeka dharma juta racanā|| kaha prabhu hara tumhāra pana raheū| aba ura rākhehu jo hama kaheū|| aṃtaradhāna bhae asa bhāṣī| saṃkara soi mūrati ura rākhī|| tabahiṃ saptariṣi siva pahiṃ āe| bole prabhu ati bacana suhāe|| dohā/soraṭhā pārabatī pahiṃ jāi tumha prema paricchā lehu| girihi preri paṭhaehu bhavana dūri karehu saṃdehu||77||

    Meaning

    Shiva said, 'Though such a thing is hardly fitting, yet, my Lord, your words can never be set aside. I shall bear your command upon my head and carry it out; this, Lord, is my highest duty. The word of mother, father, guru and master should be obeyed without argument, taken as auspicious. You are in every way my greatest well-wisher; your bidding, Lord, rests upon my head.' The Lord was pleased to hear Shankara's speech, framed of devotion, discernment and righteousness. He said, 'Hara, your vow has stood; now keep in your heart what I have told you.' Having spoken thus he vanished, and Shankara kept that image treasured in his heart. Just then the seven sages came to Shiva, and the Lord spoke to them in the sweetest words: 'Go to Parvati and put her love to the test; prompt the mountain to have her sent home, and clear away all doubt.'

  78. Verse 78

    caupāī riṣinha gauri dekhī taha~ kaisī| mūratimaṃta tapasyā jaisī|| bole muni sunu sailakumārī| karahu kavana kārana tapu bhārī|| kehi avarādhahu kā tumha cahahū| hama sana satya maramu kina kahahū|| kahata bacata manu ati sakucāī| ha~sihahu suni hamāri jaṛatāī|| manu haṭha parā na sunai sikhāvā| cahata bāri para bhīti uṭhāvā|| nārada kahā satya soi jānā| binu paṃkhanha hama cahahiṃ uṛānā|| dekhahu muni abibeku hamārā| cāhia sadā sivahi bharatārā||

    Meaning

    The sages beheld Gauri there - and how did she appear? Like austerity itself given a body. The sages said, 'Hear us, daughter of the mountain: for what cause do you practise so heavy a penance? Whom do you worship, and what is it you desire? Why not tell us the truth of your secret?' Parvati answered, 'My mind shrinks greatly from the telling and holds the words back; you will laugh when you hear my folly. My mind is set upon obstinacy and heeds no instruction; it wants a wall built upon water. I took what Narada said for truth, and now, wingless, I wish to fly. See my want of judgement, sages: I desire Shiva always for my husband.'

  79. Verse 79

    caupāī dacchasutanha upadesenhi jāī| tinha phiri bhavanu na dekhā āī|| citraketu kara gharu una ghālā| kanakakasipu kara puni asa hālā|| nārada sikha je sunahiṃ nara nārī| avasi hohiṃ taji bhavanu bhikhārī|| mana kapaṭī tana sajjana cīnhā| āpu sarisa sabahī caha kīnhā|| tehi keṃ bacana māni bisvāsā| tumha cāhahu pati sahaja udāsā|| nirguna nilaja kubeṣa kapālī| akula ageha digaṃbara byālī|| kahahu kavana sukhu asa baru pāe~| bhala bhūlihu ṭhaga ke baurāe~|| paṃca kaheṃ siva~ satī bibāhī| puni avaḍeri marāenhi tāhī|| dohā/soraṭhā aba sukha sovata socu nahi bhīkha māgi bhava khāhiṃ| sahaja ekākinha ke bhavana kabahu~ ki nāri khaṭāhiṃ||79||

    Meaning

    'Narada went and gave his instruction to the sons of Daksha, and they never came back to look upon their home again. It was he who wrecked the household of Chitraketu, and Hiranyakashipu came to the very same pass. Whatever man or woman listens to Narada's counsel must certainly abandon house and home and turn beggar. In mind he is a cheat, though in body he passes for a good man, and he would make everyone exactly like himself. Trusting the words of such a one, you long for a husband who is by his very nature indifferent to everything - without attributes, without shame, ill-clad, a carrier of skulls, of no family and no house, naked and girt about with serpents. Tell us, what happiness is there in gaining such a bridegroom? You have blundered handsomely, driven out of your wits by a swindler. It was at the urging of go-betweens that Shiva married Sati, and then he neglected her and brought about her death. Now Bhava sleeps in comfort with never a care and lives by begging his food; and in the house of one who is solitary by nature, when has a wife ever suited?'

  80. Verse 80

    caupāī ajahū~ mānahu kahā hamārā| hama tumha kahu~ baru nīka bicārā|| ati suṃdara suci sukhada susīlā| gāvahiṃ beda jāsu jasa līlā|| dūṣana rahita sakala guna rāsī| śrīpati pura baikuṃṭha nivāsī|| asa baru tumhahi milāuba ānī| sunata bihasi kaha bacana bhavānī|| satya kahehu giribhava tanu ehā| haṭha na chūṭa chūṭai baru dehā|| kanakau puni paṣāna teṃ hoī| jārehu~ sahaju na parihara soī|| nārada bacana na maiṃ pariharaū~| basau bhavanu ujarau nahiṃ ḍaraū~|| gura keṃ bacana pratīti na jehī| sapanehu~ sugama na sukha sidhi tehī|| dohā/soraṭhā mahādeva avaguna bhavana biṣnu sakala guna dhāma| jehi kara manu rama jāhi sana tehi tehī sana kāma||80||

    Meaning

    'Even now do as we say - we have thought out a fine bridegroom for you: exceedingly beautiful, pure, giver of joy, gracious of nature, whose fame and whose sport the Vedas sing; free of every blemish, a treasury of all virtues, the Lord of Shri, dwelling in the city of Vaikuntha. Such a bridegroom we shall fetch and unite you with.' Hearing this Bhavani laughed and said, 'You have spoken truly: this body of mine was born of a mountain; the stubbornness in it will not leave me - sooner will the body itself go. Gold too comes out of stone, and even when it is put to the fire it does not give up its nature. I shall not let go of Narada's words; let my house stand or let it fall, I have no fear. One who has no trust in the guru's word finds neither happiness nor accomplishment easy, not even in a dream. Let Mahadeva be a house of faults and Vishnu the abode of every virtue - whoever's mind delights in whom, with that one alone has he anything to do.'

  81. Verse 81

    caupāī jauṃ tumha milatehu prathama munīsā| sunatiu~ sikha tumhāri dhari sīsā|| aba maiṃ janmu saṃbhu hita hārā| ko guna dūṣana karai bicārā|| jauṃ tumhare haṭha hṛdaya~ biseṣī| rahi na jāi binu kie~ bareṣī|| tau kautukianha ālasu nāhīṃ| bara kanyā aneka jaga māhīṃ|| janma koṭi lagi ragara hamārī| barau~ saṃbhu na ta rahau~ kuārī|| tajau~ na nārada kara upadesū| āpu kahahi sata bāra mahesū|| maiṃ pā parau~ kahai jagadaṃbā| tumha gṛha gavanahu bhayau bilaṃbā|| dekhi premu bole muni gyānī| jaya jaya jagadaṃbike bhavānī|| dohā/soraṭhā tumha māyā bhagavāna siva sakala jagata pitu mātu| nāi carana sira muni cale puni puni haraṣata gātu||81||

    Meaning

    Parvati went on: 'Had you met me earlier, lord of sages, I would have taken your teaching upon my head and obeyed it. But now I have staked my whole birth for Shambhu's sake; who is to sit weighing merit and fault? If the obstinacy in your heart is so great that you cannot rest without settling a match, then those who love such sport are never idle - there are bridegrooms and brides in plenty in the world. My contention will hold for ten million births: I shall wed Shambhu, or else stay unmarried. I will not forsake Narada's teaching, though Mahesha himself should tell me a hundred times to do so. I fall at your feet,' says the Mother of the world; 'go home now, it has grown late.' Seeing her love, the wise sages cried, 'Victory, victory to Bhavani, Mother of the world! You are Maya and Shiva is God, and the two of you are the father and mother of the whole world.' Bowing their heads at her feet the sages went their way, their limbs thrilling with joy again and again.

  82. Verse 82

    caupāī jāi muninha himavaṃtu paṭhāe| kari binatī girajahiṃ gṛha lyāe|| bahuri saptariṣi siva pahiṃ jāī| kathā umā kai sakala sunāī|| bhae magana siva sunata sanehā| haraṣi saptariṣi gavane gehā|| manu thira kari taba saṃbhu sujānā| lage karana raghunāyaka dhyānā|| tāraku asura bhayau tehi kālā| bhuja pratāpa bala teja bisālā|| teṃhi saba loka lokapati jīte| bhae deva sukha saṃpati rīte|| ajara amara so jīti na jāī| hāre sura kari bibidha larāī|| taba biraṃci sana jāi pukāre| dekhe bidhi saba deva dukhāre|| dohā/soraṭhā saba sana kahā bujhāi bidhi danuja nidhana taba hoi| saṃbhu sukra saṃbhūta suta ehi jītai rana soi||82||

    Meaning

    The sages went and sent Himavan, who with entreaty brought Girija home. Then the seven sages went to Shiva and told him the whole tale of Uma. Shiva was drowned in feeling as he heard of her love, and the seven sages went gladly to their own abode. Then wise Shambhu steadied his mind and began to meditate upon the Lord of the Raghus. At that time there arose a demon named Taraka, of vast prowess of arm, of great strength and splendour. He conquered all the worlds and the guardians of the worlds, and the gods were stripped bare of ease and of wealth. He was ageless and deathless and could not be beaten; the gods fought him in battle after battle and lost. Then they went and cried out to Brahma, and the Creator saw all the gods in distress. Brahma explained it to them all: the demon's death would come about only when a son sprung from Shambhu's seed conquered him in the field.

  83. Verse 83

    caupāī mora kahā suni karahu upāī| hoihi īsvara karihi sahāī|| satīṃ jo tajī daccha makha dehā| janamī jāi himācala gehā|| tehiṃ tapu kīnha saṃbhu pati lāgī| siva samādhi baiṭhe sabu tyāgī|| jadapi ahai asamaṃjasa bhārī| tadapi bāta eka sunahu hamārī|| paṭhavahu kāmu jāi siva pāhīṃ| karai chobhu saṃkara mana māhīṃ|| taba hama jāi sivahi sira nāī| karavāuba bibāhu bariāī|| ehi bidhi bhalehi devahita hoī| mara ati nīka kahai sabu koī|| astuti suranha kīnhi ati hetū| pragaṭeu biṣamabāna jhaṣaketū|| dohā/soraṭhā suranha kahīṃ nija bipati saba suni mana kīnha bicāra| saṃbhu birodha na kusala mohi bihasi kaheu asa māra||83||

    Meaning

    'Hear what I say and set about the means; the Lord will be there and will give his help. Sati, who gave up her body at Daksha's sacrifice, has gone and been born in the house of Himachal, and she has done austerities to gain Shambhu for her husband; but Shiva has renounced everything and sits in deep trance. Though the matter is one of great difficulty, still hear this one word of mine: send Kama to Shiva, that he may stir up agitation in Shankara's mind. Then we shall go and bow our heads before Shiva and press the marriage through. In this way the good of the gods will surely be brought about.' Everyone said the plan was excellent. The gods then praised Kama with great earnestness, and he of the uneven arrows and the fish banner appeared before them. They told him all their calamity; hearing it he turned it over in his mind - 'To fall out with Shambhu can bring me no good' - and so, smiling, Mara spoke.

  84. Verse 84

    caupāī tadapi karaba maiṃ kāju tumhārā| śruti kaha parama dharama upakārā|| para hita lāgi tajai jo dehī| saṃtata saṃta prasaṃsahiṃ tehī|| asa kahi caleu sabahi siru nāī| sumana dhanuṣa kara sahita sahāī|| calata māra asa hṛdaya~ bicārā| siva birodha dhruva maranu hamārā|| taba āpana prabhāu bistārā| nija basa kīnha sakala saṃsārā|| kopeu jabahi bāricaraketū| chana mahu~ miṭe sakala śruti setū|| brahmacarja brata saṃjama nānā| dhīraja dharama gyāna bigyānā|| sadācāra japa joga birāgā| sabhaya bibeka kaṭaku saba bhāgā||

    Meaning

    'Even so, I will do your work, for the scriptures declare that helping others is the highest duty. He who lays down his body for another's good - the saints praise him for ever.' Saying this he bowed his head to them all and set off, his flower-bow in hand and his helpers with him. As he went, Mara reflected in his heart that to oppose Shiva meant certain death for him. Then he spread out his power and brought the whole world under his sway. The moment the god of the water-creature banner grew wroth, in an instant every bound laid down by the Vedas was wiped away. Chastity, vows and manifold restraint, patience, dharma, knowledge and its realization, right conduct, prayer, yoga and dispassion - the entire army of discernment took fright and fled.

  85. Verse 85

    caupāī saba ke hṛdaya~ madana abhilāṣā| latā nihāri navahiṃ taru sākhā|| nadīṃ umagi aṃbudhi kahu~ dhāī| saṃgama karahiṃ talāva talāī|| jaha~ asi dasā jaṛanha kai baranī| ko kahi sakai sacetana karanī|| pasu pacchī nabha jala thalacārī| bhae kāmabasa samaya bisārī|| madana aṃdha byākula saba lokā| nisi dinu nahiṃ avalokahiṃ kokā|| deva danuja nara kiṃnara byālā| preta pisāca bhūta betālā|| inha kai dasā na kaheu~ bakhānī| sadā kāma ke cere jānī|| siddha birakta mahāmuni jogī| tepi kāmabasa bhae biyogī||

    Meaning

    Desire for love awoke in the heart of every creature: seeing the creepers, the trees bent their branches down towards them. Rivers rose in flood and ran to meet the sea, and tanks and pools broke their banks to mingle with one another. Where such is said to be the state of insentient things, who can describe what the sentient did? Beasts and birds, and all that move in sky, water and on land, forgot their proper season and fell under desire's sway. Every world was blinded and distracted by love; the ruddy geese took no note of night or day. Gods, demons, men, kinnaras, serpents, ghosts, goblins, spirits and vetalas -- of their condition I have said nothing at length, knowing them to be always the servants of desire. Even the perfected ones, the dispassionate, the great sages and the yogis came under desire's power and pined.

  86. Verse 86

    caupāī ubhaya gharī asa kautuka bhayaū| jau lagi kāmu saṃbhu pahiṃ gayaū|| sivahi biloki sasaṃkeu mārū| bhayau jathāthiti sabu saṃsārū|| bhae turata saba jīva sukhāre| jimi mada utari gae~ matavāre|| rudrahi dekhi madana bhaya mānā| durādharaṣa durgama bhagavānā|| phirata lāja kachu kari nahiṃ jāī| maranu ṭhāni mana racesi upāī|| pragaṭesi turata rucira riturājā| kusumita nava taru rāji birājā|| bana upabana bāpikā taṛāgā| parama subhaga saba disā bibhāgā|| jaha~ taha~ janu umagata anurāgā| dekhi muehu~ mana manasija jāgā||

    Meaning

    For two gharis this strange business went on, until Kama came before Shambhu. Beholding Shiva he faltered, and the whole world returned at once to its natural state; every creature felt relief that instant, as a man in drink comes to his senses once the fumes have left him. Seeing Rudra, Kama grew afraid, for here was a Lord whom none can assail and none can come near; yet to turn back was shameful, and nothing else could be done. So, setting his mind on death, he contrived a plan. He brought forth at once the lovely king of seasons: rows of young trees stood shining in blossom, and forest and grove, step-well and tank, every quarter and region, grew exceedingly fair. Everywhere love seemed to well up, and at the sight of it desire stirred even in the minds of the dead.

  87. Verse 87

    caupāī dekhi rasāla biṭapa bara sākhā| tehi para caṛheu madanu mana mākhā|| sumana cāpa nija sara saṃdhāne| ati risa tāki śravana lagi tāne|| chāṛe biṣama bisikha ura lāge| chuṭi samādhi saṃbhu taba jāge|| bhayau īsa mana chobhu biseṣī| nayana ughāri sakala disi dekhī|| saurabha pallava madanu bilokā| bhayau kopu kaṃpeu trailokā|| taba siva~ tīsara nayana ughārā| citavata kāmu bhayau jari chārā|| hāhākāra bhayau jaga bhārī| ḍarape sura bhae asura sukhārī|| samujhi kāmasukhu socahiṃ bhogī| bhae akaṃṭaka sādhaka jogī||

    Meaning

    Seeing a fine branch on a mango tree, Kama, sore at heart, climbed up on it. He fitted his flower shafts to his flower bow, took aim in great fury and drew the string back to his ear. He loosed the cruel arrows and they struck home in the heart; the trance broke, and Shambhu awoke. Great agitation arose in the Lord's mind; opening his eyes he looked in every direction, and when he caught sight of Kama among the mango leaves his wrath blazed out and the three worlds trembled. Then Shiva opened his third eye, and at that mere look Kama was burnt to ashes. A loud wail of grief went up through the world; the gods were terrified and the demons rejoiced. The pleasure-loving grieved, remembering the delights of desire, while seekers and yogis were left with nothing to trouble them.

  88. Verse 88

    caupāī jaba jadubaṃsa kṛṣna avatārā| hoihi harana mahā mahibhārā|| kṛṣna tanaya hoihi pati torā| bacanu anyathā hoi na morā|| rati gavanī suni saṃkara bānī| kathā apara aba kahau~ bakhānī|| devanha samācāra saba pāe| brahmādika baikuṃṭha sidhāe|| saba sura biṣnu biraṃci sametā| gae jahā~ siva kṛpāniketā|| pṛthaka pṛthaka tinha kīnhi prasaṃsā| bhae prasanna caṃdra avataṃsā|| bole kṛpāsiṃdhu bṛṣaketū| kahahu amara āe kehi hetū|| kaha bidhi tumha prabhu aṃtarajāmī| tadapi bhagati basa binavau~ svāmī|| dohā/soraṭhā sakala suranha ke hṛdaya~ asa saṃkara parama uchāhu| nija nayananhi dekhā cahahiṃ nātha tumhāra bibāhu||88||

    Meaning

    'When Krishna takes birth in the line of Yadu to lift the earth's great burden, then Krishna's son will be your husband; my word is never otherwise.' Hearing Shankara's words, Rati went her way. Now I tell the further part of the tale at length. The gods received all this news, and Brahma and the rest went to Vaikuntha; then all the gods, with Vishnu and Brahma among them, went where Shiva, the very home of compassion, was. Each of them praised him separately, and the moon-crested one was pleased. The ocean of mercy, whose banner bears the bull, said, 'Tell me, immortals, for what purpose have you come?' Brahma replied, 'Lord, you dwell within all and know every heart; still, master, devotion compels me to make my plea. In the hearts of all the gods, Shankara, there is this supreme eagerness -- they long to see your wedding with their own eyes.'

  89. Verse 89

    caupāī yaha utsava dekhia bhari locana| soi kachu karahu madana mada mocana| kāmu jāri rati kahu~ baru dīnhā| kṛpāsiṃdhu yaha ati bhala kīnhā|| sāsati kari puni karahiṃ pasāū| nātha prabhunha kara sahaja subhāū|| pārabatīṃ tapu kīnha apārā| karahu tāsu aba aṃgīkārā|| suni bidhi binaya samujhi prabhu bānī| aisei hou kahā sukhu mānī|| taba devanha duṃdubhīṃ bajāīṃ| baraṣi sumana jaya jaya sura sāī|| avasaru jāni saptariṣi āe| turatahiṃ bidhi giribhavana paṭhāe|| prathama gae jaha~ rahī bhavānī| bole madhura bacana chala sānī|| dohā/soraṭhā kahā hamāra na sunehu taba nārada keṃ upadesa| aba bhā jhūṭha tumhāra pana jāreu kāmu mahesa||89||

    Meaning

    'Let us behold this festival to our eyes' fill; do something to that end, you who broke the pride of Kama. You burnt Kama and yet granted Rati a boon -- ocean of mercy, that was exceedingly well done. First to chastise and then to bestow grace -- that, Lord, is the way that comes of itself to those who are masters. Parvati has performed penance beyond measure; accept her now.' Hearing Brahma's entreaty and taking in what was said, the Lord was pleased and answered, 'Let it be so.' Then the gods sounded their kettledrums, rained down flowers and cried victory to the Lord of the gods. Judging the moment right, the seven sages came, and Brahma sent them at once to the mountain's house. They went first to where Bhavani was, and spoke sweet words steeped in guile: 'You would not listen to us then, holding to Narada's counsel; now your vow has proved false, for Mahesha has burnt Kama up.'

  90. Verse 90

    caupāī suni bolīṃ musakāi bhavānī| ucita kahehu munibara bigyānī|| tumhareṃ jāna kāmu aba jārā| aba lagi saṃbhu rahe sabikārā|| hamareṃ jāna sadā siva jogī| aja anavadya akāma abhogī|| jauṃ maiṃ siva seye asa jānī| prīti sameta karma mana bānī|| tau hamāra pana sunahu munīsā| karihahiṃ satya kṛpānidhi īsā|| tumha jo kahā hara jāreu mārā| soi ati baṛa abibeku tumhārā|| tāta anala kara sahaja subhāū| hima tehi nikaṭa jāi nahiṃ kāū|| gae~ samīpa so avasi nasāī| asi manmatha mahesa kī nāī|| dohā/soraṭhā hiya~ haraṣe muni bacana suni dekhi prīti bisvāsa|| cale bhavānihi nāi sira gae himācala pāsa||90||

    Meaning

    Hearing this, Bhavani smiled and said, 'You have spoken fitly, wise and excellent sages. By your reckoning Shambhu has burnt Kama only now, and until this moment stayed subject to passion. By mine, Shiva is a yogi always -- unborn, blameless, free of desire, and no enjoyer of pleasures. If, knowing him to be such, I have served Shiva with love in act, mind and word, then hear my vow, lords among sages: the merciful Lord will make it come true. What you have said, that Hara burnt Kama, is itself the greatest want of judgement in you. Sirs, it is fire's own nature that frost never goes near it; and if it does go near, it is destroyed for certain. Such is the way of Manmatha and Mahesha.' The sages rejoiced in their hearts to hear her words and to see her love and faith; bowing their heads to Bhavani they departed and came to Himachala.

  91. Verse 91

    caupāī sabu prasaṃgu giripatihi sunāvā| madana dahana suni ati dukhu pāvā|| bahuri kaheu rati kara baradānā| suni himavaṃta bahuta sukhu mānā|| hṛdaya~ bicāri saṃbhu prabhutāī| sādara munibara lie bolāī|| sudinu sunakhatu sugharī socāī| begi bedabidhi lagana dharāī|| patrī saptariṣinha soi dīnhī| gahi pada binaya himācala kīnhī|| jāi bidhihi dīnhi so pātī| bācata prīti na hṛdaya~ samātī|| lagana bāci aja sabahi sunāī| haraṣe muni saba sura samudāī|| sumana bṛṣṭi nabha bājana bāje| maṃgala kalasa dasahu~ disi sāje|| dohā/soraṭhā lage sa~vārana sakala sura bāhana bibidha bimāna| hohi saguna maṃgala subhada karahiṃ apacharā gāna||91||

    Meaning

    The whole account was laid before the lord of mountains, and hearing of the burning of Kama he was greatly pained; then the boon given to Rati was told, and hearing that, Himavan felt much happiness. Turning over the greatness of Shambhu in his heart, he respectfully sent for the best of sages. An auspicious day, a favourable star and a good hour were considered, and by Vedic rule the wedding moment was quickly fixed. That written note Himachal gave to the seven sages, and clasping their feet he made his entreaty. They went and placed the letter in the Creator's hands; as he read it, the love in his heart could not be contained. Aja read out the appointed moment for all to hear, and the sages and the whole company of gods rejoiced. Flowers rained from the sky, instruments sounded, and auspicious pitchers were set out in all ten directions. Every god began to make ready his mount and his many aerial cars; omens appeared that promised good fortune, and the celestial nymphs sang.

  92. Verse 92

    caupāī sivahi saṃbhu gana karahiṃ siṃgārā| jaṭā mukuṭa ahi mauru sa~vārā|| kuṃḍala kaṃkana pahire byālā| tana bibhūti paṭa kehari chālā|| sasi lalāṭa suṃdara sira gaṃgā| nayana tīni upabīta bhujaṃgā|| garala kaṃṭha ura nara sira mālā| asiva beṣa sivadhāma kṛpālā|| kara trisūla aru ḍamaru birājā| cale basaha~ caṛhi bājahiṃ bājā|| dekhi sivahi suratriya musukāhīṃ| bara lāyaka dulahini jaga nāhīṃ|| biṣnu biraṃci ādi surabrātā| caṛhi caṛhi bāhana cale barātā|| sura samāja saba bhā~ti anūpā| nahiṃ barāta dūlaha anurūpā|| dohā/soraṭhā biṣnu kahā asa bihasi taba boli sakala disirāja| bilaga bilaga hoi calahu saba nija nija sahita samāja||92||

    Meaning

    Shambhu's own attendants dressed him as a bridegroom: they shaped his matted locks into a crown and set a serpent on it for his marriage coronet. Serpents served as his earrings and his bangles, ashes were smeared over his body, and a lion's skin was his garment. The moon rested on his brow and the lovely Ganga on his head; three were his eyes, and a snake his sacred thread; poison lay in his throat and a garland of human heads upon his breast. His guise is one of ill omen, yet this compassionate Lord is himself the dwelling place of every blessing. The trident and the drum shone in his hands, and with instruments playing he rode out upon his bull. The women of the gods smiled at the sight of Shiva: nowhere in the world, they felt, was there a bride to match such a bridegroom. Vishnu, Brahma and the other throngs of gods mounted their several vehicles and moved off in the wedding procession. The assembly of the gods was beyond compare in every way, yet the procession was not of a piece with the bridegroom. At this Vishnu laughed and, summoning all the regents of the quarters, said, 'Move along separately, all of you, each with his own company.'

  93. Verse 93

    caupāī bara anuhāri barāta na bhāī| ha~sī karaihahu para pura jāī|| biṣnu bacana suni sura musakāne| nija nija sena sahita bilagāne|| manahīṃ mana mahesu musukāhīṃ| hari ke biṃgya bacana nahiṃ jāhīṃ|| ati priya bacana sunata priya kere| bhṛṃgihi preri sakala gana ṭere|| siva anusāsana suni saba āe| prabhu pada jalaja sīsa tinha nāe|| nānā bāhana nānā beṣā| bihase siva samāja nija dekhā|| kou mukhahīna bipula mukha kāhū| binu pada kara kou bahu pada bāhū|| bipula nayana kou nayana bihīnā| riṣṭapuṣṭa kou ati tanakhīnā||

    Meaning

    'Brothers, this wedding party is nothing like the bridegroom; go into a stranger's city in such a state and you will only be laughed at.' Hearing Vishnu speak so, the gods smiled and drew off, each with his own troops. Mahesh smiled to himself; there is no telling the mockery in Hari's words. Such welcome words from one so dear — hearing them, he prompted Bhringi and called up the whole of his host. At Shiva's command they all came and bowed their heads at the lotus feet of their lord. Mounts of every kind, guises of every kind: Shiva laughed aloud when he looked upon his own company. One had no face at all, another had faces in plenty; one was without feet or hands, another had feet and arms in numbers. One had eyes past counting and another no eyes at all; one was stout and well fed, another wasted thin.

  94. Verse 94

    caupāī jasa dūlahu tasi banī barātā| kautuka bibidha hohiṃ maga jātā|| ihā~ himācala raceu bitānā| ati bicitra nahiṃ jāi bakhānā|| saila sakala jaha~ lagi jaga māhīṃ| laghu bisāla nahiṃ barani sirāhīṃ|| bana sāgara saba nadīṃ talāvā| himagiri saba kahu~ nevata paṭhāvā|| kāmarūpa suṃdara tana dhārī| sahita samāja sahita bara nārī|| gae sakala tuhinācala gehā| gāvahiṃ maṃgala sahita sanehā|| prathamahiṃ giri bahu gṛha sa~varāe| jathājogu taha~ taha~ saba chāe|| pura sobhā avaloki suhāī| lāgai laghu biraṃci nipunāī||

    Meaning

    As the bridegroom, so was his wedding party; and as they went along the road there were strange sights of many kinds. Here Himachal had raised a pavilion so wonderful that it cannot be described. Every mountain in the world, small and great, more than any telling could exhaust, and the forests, the seas, all the rivers and lakes — the snow-mountain sent invitations to them all. Taking on beautiful bodies at will, with their retinues and with their noble wives, they all came to the house of the lord of snows, singing songs of blessing with affection. The mountain had already had many dwellings made ready, and each was lodged here and there as befitted him. Looking on the fair splendour of that city, one felt that even Brahma's skill was a small thing.

  95. Verse 95

    caupāī nagara nikaṭa barāta suni āī| pura kharabharu sobhā adhikāī|| kari banāva saji bāhana nānā| cale lena sādara agavānā|| hiya~ haraṣe sura sena nihārī| harihi dekhi ati bhae sukhārī|| siva samāja jaba dekhana lāge| biḍari cale bāhana saba bhāge|| dhari dhīraju taha~ rahe sayāne| bālaka saba lai jīva parāne|| gae~ bhavana pūchahiṃ pitu mātā| kahahiṃ bacana bhaya kaṃpita gātā|| kahia kāha kahi jāi na bātā| jama kara dhāra kidhauṃ bariātā|| baru baurāha basaha~ asavārā| byāla kapāla bibhūṣana chārā||

    Meaning

    Hearing that the procession had come near the city, the town was all astir and its splendour grew. Adorning themselves and decking out vehicles of many kinds, those who were to greet the party went out respectfully to meet it. Their hearts were glad to behold the army of the gods, and seeing Hari they were happier still. But when they began to look upon Shiva's company, their mounts took fright and every one of them bolted. Those with some sense held their nerve and stayed where they were; the children all ran off with their lives. Reaching home they were questioned by their parents, and they spoke with their bodies shaking with fear: 'What are we to say? The thing will not come out in words! Was that a wedding party, or a column of Yama's men? The bridegroom is a madman mounted on a bull, and serpents, skulls and ashes are his ornaments.'

  96. Verse 96

    caupāī lai agavāna barātahi āe| die sabahi janavāsa suhāe|| mainā~ subha āratī sa~vārī| saṃga sumaṃgala gāvahiṃ nārī|| kaṃcana thāra soha bara pānī| parichana calī harahi haraṣānī|| bikaṭa beṣa rudrahi jaba dekhā| abalanha ura bhaya bhayau biseṣā|| bhāgi bhavana paiṭhīṃ ati trāsā| gae mahesu jahā~ janavāsā|| mainā hṛdaya~ bhayau dukhu bhārī| līnhī boli girīsakumārī|| adhika saneha~ goda baiṭhārī| syāma saroja nayana bhare bārī|| jehiṃ bidhi tumhahi rūpu asa dīnhā| tehiṃ jaṛa baru bāura kasa kīnhā|| chaṃda kasa kīnha baru baurāha bidhi jehiṃ tumhahi suṃdaratā daī| jo phalu cahia surataruhiṃ so barabasa babūrahiṃ lāgaī|| tumha sahita giri teṃ girauṃ pāvaka jarauṃ jalanidhi mahu~ parauṃ|| gharu jāu apajasu hou jaga jīvata bibāhu na hauṃ karauṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā bhaī bikala abalā sakala dukhita dekhi girināri| kari bilāpu rodati badati sutā sanehu sa~bhāri||96||

    Meaning

    The welcomers brought the procession in and gave them all fine lodgings. Maina made ready the auspicious lamps for the greeting, and the women beside her sang songs of blessing. A golden salver shone in her fair hands as she went out in gladness to perform the welcoming rite for Hara. But when they saw Rudra in his frightful guise, a particular dread took hold of the women's hearts; in sheer terror they fled and shut themselves inside the palace, and Mahesh went off to where the lodgings were. A heavy sorrow settled on Maina's heart, and she sent for the daughter of the lord of mountains. With the deepest tenderness she seated her in her lap, and eyes like dark lotuses filled with tears. 'The Maker who gave you beauty such as this — how could that senseless one fashion so mad a bridegroom for you? How could the Maker who gave you such loveliness fashion a crazed bridegroom for you? A fruit that ought to grow upon the tree of the gods is being fastened by force onto a thorny acacia. I will fall from the mountain with you in my arms, or burn in fire, or drop into the sea; let the house be ruined, let there be disgrace in the world — while I live I will not let this marriage be made.' Seeing the mountain's wife so stricken, all the women were beside themselves; and calling to mind her love for her daughter, she wept and lamented and went on speaking.

  97. Verse 97

    caupāī nārada kara maiṃ kāha bigārā| bhavanu mora jinha basata ujārā|| asa upadesu umahi jinha dīnhā| baure barahi lagi tapu kīnhā|| sācehu~ unha ke moha na māyā| udāsīna dhanu dhāmu na jāyā|| para ghara ghālaka lāja na bhīrā| bājha~ ki jāna prasava kaiṃ pīrā|| jananihi bikala biloki bhavānī| bolī juta bibeka mṛdu bānī|| asa bicāri socahi mati mātā| so na ṭarai jo racai bidhātā|| karama likhā jau bāura nāhū| tau kata dosu lagāia kāhū|| tumha sana miṭahiṃ ki bidhi ke aṃkā| mātu byartha jani lehu kalaṃkā||

    Meaning

    Parvati's mother lamented: 'What harm have I ever done to Narada, that he should lay waste my settled home? It was he who gave Uma such counsel that she practised austerity for the sake of a crazed bridegroom. Truly he has neither attachment nor delusion of his own; he stands apart, with no wealth, no house, no wife. One who ruins the homes of others feels no shame and no fear -- and what does a barren woman know of the pain of bearing a child?' Seeing her mother so distraught, Bhavani spoke in gentle words full of discernment: 'Weigh this, mother, and grieve no longer -- what the Ordainer has framed does not turn aside. If a mad husband is what my karma has written, then why fasten blame upon anyone? Can the Creator's letters be rubbed out by you? Mother, do not needlessly take reproach upon yourself.'

  98. Verse 98

    caupāī taba nārada sabahi samujhāvā| pūruba kathāprasaṃgu sunāvā|| mayanā satya sunahu mama bānī| jagadaṃbā tava sutā bhavānī|| ajā anādi sakti abināsini| sadā saṃbhu aradhaṃga nivāsini|| jaga saṃbhava pālana laya kārini| nija icchā līlā bapu dhārini|| janamīṃ prathama daccha gṛha jāī| nāmu satī suṃdara tanu pāī|| taha~hu~ satī saṃkarahi bibāhīṃ| kathā prasiddha sakala jaga māhīṃ|| eka bāra āvata siva saṃgā| dekheu raghukula kamala pataṃgā|| bhayau mohu siva kahā na kīnhā| bhrama basa beṣu sīya kara līnhā||

    Meaning

    Then Narada made them all understand, and told over the tale of what had gone before. 'Maina, hear my words for truth: your daughter Bhavani is the Mother of the universe. She is the unborn, the beginningless, the imperishable Power, who dwells forever as half of Shambhu's body. She is the cause of the world's arising, its keeping and its dissolution, and of her own will she takes a body for her play. She was born first in the house of Daksha, and there received a lovely form and the name Sati. In that birth too Sati was wedded to Shankara -- the story is famous throughout the world. Once, as she came in Shiva's company, she looked upon him who is the sun to the lotus of Raghu's line. Delusion seized her; she did not do as Shiva bade her, and in her confusion she took on the guise of Sita.'

  99. Verse 99

    caupāī taba mayanā himavaṃtu anaṃde| puni puni pārabatī pada baṃde|| nāri puruṣa sisu jubā sayāne| nagara loga saba ati haraṣāne|| lage hona pura maṃgalagānā| saje sabahi hāṭaka ghaṭa nānā|| bhā~ti aneka bhaī jevarānā| sūpasāstra jasa kachu byavahārā|| so jevanāra ki jāi bakhānī| basahiṃ bhavana jehiṃ mātu bhavānī|| sādara bole sakala barātī| biṣnu biraṃci deva saba jātī|| bibidhi pā~ti baiṭhī jevanārā| lāge parusana nipuna suārā|| nāribṛṃda sura jeva~ta jānī| lagīṃ dena gārīṃ mṛdu bānī||

    Meaning

    Then Maina and Himavan were filled with joy, and again and again they bowed at Parvati's feet. Women and men, children, the young and the elders -- all the people of the city were greatly delighted. Songs of blessing began to sound through the town, and many golden jars were set out and decked. Dishes of many kinds were made ready, following whatever the science of cookery prescribes. How is that banquet to be described, in the house where Mother Bhavani herself dwells? The whole wedding party was invited with honour -- Vishnu, Brahma and gods of every order. They took their places in several rows for the feast, and skilled cooks began to serve. Knowing that the gods were at their meal, the company of women began in gentle voices to sing songs of raillery.

  100. Verse 100

    caupāī boli sakala sura sādara līnhe| sabahi jathocita āsana dīnhe|| bedī beda bidhāna sa~vārī| subhaga sumaṃgala gāvahiṃ nārī|| siṃghāsanu ati dibya suhāvā| jāi na barani biraṃci banāvā|| baiṭhe siva bipranha siru nāī| hṛdaya~ sumiri nija prabhu raghurāī|| bahuri munīsanha umā bolāī| kari siṃgāru sakhīṃ lai āī|| dekhata rūpu sakala sura mohe| baranai chabi asa jaga kabi ko hai|| jagadaṃbikā jāni bhava bhāmā| suranha manahiṃ mana kīnha pranāmā|| suṃdaratā marajāda bhavānī| jāi na koṭihu~ badana bakhānī||

    Meaning

    All the gods were summoned with reverence, and each was given the seat that befitted him. The altar was made ready by Vedic rule, and the women sang lovely songs of blessing. The throne was of surpassing splendour, so divine that it cannot be told -- Brahma himself had fashioned it. Bowing his head to the brahmins, Shiva took his seat there, remembering in his heart his own Lord, the King of Raghus. Then the great sages sent for Uma, and her companions adorned her and brought her in. At the sight of her form all the gods were entranced: what poet is there in the world who could paint such beauty? Knowing her to be the Mother of the universe, Shiva's own consort, the gods made obeisance to her within their minds. Bhavani is the very bound and measure of loveliness; not with ten million mouths could it be described.

  101. Verse 101

    caupāī jasi bibāha kai bidhi śruti gāī| mahāmuninha so saba karavāī|| gahi girīsa kusa kanyā pānī| bhavahi samarapīṃ jāni bhavānī|| pānigrahana jaba kīnha mahesā| hiṃya~ haraṣe taba sakala suresā|| beda maṃtra munibara uccarahīṃ| jaya jaya jaya saṃkara sura karahīṃ|| bājahiṃ bājana bibidha bidhānā| sumanabṛṣṭi nabha bhai bidhi nānā|| hara girijā kara bhayau bibāhū| sakala bhuvana bhari rahā uchāhū|| dāsīṃ dāsa turaga ratha nāgā| dhenu basana mani bastu bibhāgā|| anna kanakabhājana bhari jānā| dāija dīnha na jāi bakhānā||

    Meaning

    Every marriage rite that the Vedas sing was carried through by the great sages. The lord of mountains took kusha grass and his daughter's hand and, knowing her for Bhavani, made her over to Bhava. When Mahesha clasped her hand, all the lords of the gods rejoiced at heart. The best of sages chanted the Vedic mantras, and the gods raised the cry, 'Victory, victory, victory to Shankara!' Instruments of every kind sounded, and flowers rained down from the sky in many fashions. So Hara and Girija were wedded, and rejoicing filled all the worlds. Handmaids and servants, horses, chariots and elephants, cows, garments, jewels and goods of every sort, and carts loaded with grain and vessels of gold -- the dowry given was past all telling.

  102. Verse 102

    caupāī bahu bidhi saṃbhu sāsa samujhāī| gavanī bhavana carana siru nāī|| jananīṃ umā boli taba līnhī| lai uchaṃga suṃdara sikha dīnhī|| karehu sadā saṃkara pada pūjā| nāridharamu pati deu na dūjā|| bacana kahata bhare locana bārī| bahuri lāi ura līnhi kumārī|| kata bidhi sṛjīṃ nāri jaga māhīṃ| parādhīna sapanehu~ sukhu nāhīṃ|| bhai ati prema bikala mahatārī| dhīraju kīnha kusamaya bicārī|| puni puni milati parati gahi caranā| parama prema kachu jāi na baranā|| saba nārinha mili bheṭi bhavānī| jāi janani ura puni lapaṭānī||

    Meaning

    Shambhu reassured his mother-in-law in many ways, and she bowed her head at his feet and returned to her house. Then the mother called Uma to her, took her upon her lap and gave her fair counsel: 'Worship Shankara's feet always; a woman's dharma is her husband, and she has no other god.' As she spoke her eyes brimmed with tears, and again she pressed the girl to her breast. 'Why did the Creator make women in this world at all? Bound to another's will, they know no happiness even in a dream.' The mother was overcome with love, but, judging the moment ill suited to it, she took hold of her courage. Again and again Uma embraced her and fell to clasp her feet; such supreme love is beyond all describing. Bhavani met and embraced all the women, then went and clung once more to her mother's breast.

  103. Verse 103

    caupāī turata bhavana āe girirāī| sakala saila sara lie bolāī|| ādara dāna binaya bahumānā| saba kara bidā kīnha himavānā|| jabahiṃ saṃbhu kailāsahiṃ āe| sura saba nija nija loka sidhāe|| jagata mātu pitu saṃbhu bhavānī| tehī siṃgāru na kahau~ bakhānī|| karahiṃ bibidha bidhi bhoga bilāsā| gananha sameta basahiṃ kailāsā|| hara girijā bihāra nita nayaū| ehi bidhi bipula kāla cali gayaū|| taba janameu ṣaṭabadana kumārā| tāraku asura samara jehiṃ mārā|| āgama nigama prasiddha purānā| ṣanmukha janmu sakala jaga jānā||

    Meaning

    The lord of mountains went home at once and summoned all the hills and lakes to him. With courtesy, with gifts, with humble words and much honour, Himavan gave them all leave to depart. The moment Shambhu reached Kailasa, the gods went away, each to his own realm. Since Shambhu and Bhavani are the mother and father of the world, I do not describe their amorous sport at length. They took their pleasure in many ways and dwelt on Kailasa with their attendant hosts; the delight of Hara and Girija was new every day, and in this manner a long stretch of time went by. Then was born the six-faced boy who slew the demon Taraka in battle. The Agamas, the Vedas and the famed Puranas speak of it, and the whole world knows the birth of Shanmukha, the six-faced one.

  104. Verse 104

    caupāī saṃbhu carita suni sarasa suhāvā| bharadvāja muni ati sukha pāvā|| bahu lālasā kathā para bāṛhī| nayananhi nīru romāvali ṭhāṛhī|| prema bibasa mukha āva na bānī| dasā dekhi haraṣe muni gyānī|| aho dhanya tava janmu munīsā| tumhahi prāna sama priya gaurīsā|| siva pada kamala jinhahi rati nāhīṃ| rāmahi te sapanehu~ na sohāhīṃ|| binu chala bisvanātha pada nehū| rāma bhagata kara lacchana ehū|| siva sama ko raghupati bratadhārī| binu agha tajī satī asi nārī|| panu kari raghupati bhagati dekhāī| ko siva sama rāmahi priya bhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā prathamahiṃ mai kahi siva carita būjhā maramu tumhāra| suci sevaka tumha rāma ke rahita samasta bikāra||104||

    Meaning

    Hearing the sweet and lovely story of Shambhu, the sage Bharadvaja was filled with joy. His longing for the tale grew greater still: water stood in his eyes and the hair on his body bristled. Overcome with love, no word would come to his lips, and the enlightened sage rejoiced to see him in that state. 'Ah, blessed is your birth, lord of sages, for the Lord of Gauri is dear to you as your own breath. Those who bear no love for Shiva's lotus feet can never please Rama, not even in a dream. Guileless love for the feet of Vishvanatha — this is the very mark of Rama's devotee. Who keeps a vow for Raghupati as Shiva does? He forsook a wife such as Sati, and she guilty of no sin; by holding to his vow he showed forth his devotion to Raghupati. Who, brother, is as dear to Rama as Shiva? I told the story of Shiva first, and by it I have understood your secret: you are a pure servant of Rama, free of every taint.'

  105. Verse 105

    caupāī maiṃ jānā tumhāra guna sīlā| kahau~ sunahu aba raghupati līlā|| sunu muni āju samāgama toreṃ| kahi na jāi jasa sukhu mana moreṃ|| rāma carita ati amita munisā| kahi na sakahiṃ sata koṭi ahīsā|| tadapi jathāśruta kahau~ bakhānī| sumiri girāpati prabhu dhanupānī|| sārada dārunāri sama svāmī| rāmu sūtradhara aṃtarajāmī|| jehi para kṛpā karahiṃ janu jānī| kabi ura ajira nacāvahiṃ bānī|| pranavau~ soi kṛpāla raghunāthā| baranau~ bisada tāsu guna gāthā|| parama ramya giribaru kailāsū| sadā jahā~ siva umā nivāsū|| dohā/soraṭhā siddha tapodhana jogijana sūra kiṃnara munibṛṃda| basahiṃ tahā~ sukṛtī sakala sevahiṃ siba sukhakaṃda||105||

    Meaning

    'I have come to know your virtue and your character; listen now, and I shall tell the play of Raghupati. Hear me, sage: the joy in my heart from meeting you today cannot be told. The story of Rama is utterly boundless, lord of sages; even a hundred crore Sheshas could not tell it out. Even so I shall recount it as I have heard it, calling to mind the Lord of speech, the Lord who bears the bow in his hand. Sharada is like a puppet of wood, and Rama, who dwells within all hearts, is her master and the stage-manager who works her strings. On whomever he shows grace, knowing him his own, in the courtyard of that poet's heart he sets Speech dancing. To that same merciful Raghunatha I bow, and I shall recount clearly the tale of his virtues. Most delightful is Kailasa, best of mountains, where Shiva and Uma dwell for ever. Siddhas, ascetics rich in penance, yogis, gods, kinnaras and hosts of sages — all the meritorious dwell there and serve Shiva, the very root of joy.'

  106. Verse 106

    caupāī hari hara bimukha dharma rati nāhīṃ| te nara taha~ sapanehu~ nahiṃ jāhīṃ|| tehi giri para baṭa biṭapa bisālā| nita nūtana suṃdara saba kālā|| tribidha samīra susītali chāyā| siva biśrāma biṭapa śruti gāyā|| eka bāra tehi tara prabhu gayaū| taru biloki ura ati sukhu bhayaū|| nija kara ḍāsi nāgaripu chālā| baiṭhai sahajahiṃ saṃbhu kṛpālā|| kuṃda iṃdu dara gaura sarīrā| bhuja pralaṃba paridhana municīrā|| taruna aruna aṃbuja sama caranā| nakha duti bhagata hṛdaya tama haranā|| bhujaga bhūti bhūṣana tripurārī| ānanu sarada caṃda chabi hārī|| dohā/soraṭhā jaṭā mukuṭa surasarita sira locana nalina bisāla| nīlakaṃṭha lāvanyanidhi soha bālabidhu bhāla||106||

    Meaning

    'Men who are averse to Hari and Hara and have no love for dharma do not go there even in a dream. On that mountain stands a vast banyan tree, ever fresh and beautiful in every season. The breeze there blows in its threefold way, cool, soft and fragrant, and the shade beneath is deliciously cold; the shrutis sing of that tree as the resting place of Shiva. Once the Lord went beneath it, and at the sight of the tree great joy arose in his heart. Spreading a tiger skin with his own hands, gracious Shambhu sat down at his ease. His body is fair as the jasmine, the moon and the conch, his arms long, his garment the bark cloth of an ascetic. His feet are like fresh red lotuses, and the lustre of his nails drives the darkness from his devotees' hearts. Serpents and ashes are the ornaments of the foe of Tripura, and his face steals away the beauty of the autumn moon. Matted locks for a crown, the river of the gods upon his head, wide eyes like lotuses — the blue-throated one, that treasury of loveliness, shines with the young moon upon his brow.'

  107. Verse 107

    caupāī baiṭhe soha kāmaripu kaiseṃ| dhareṃ sarīru sāṃtarasu jaiseṃ|| pārabatī bhala avasaru jānī| gaī saṃbhu pahiṃ mātu bhavānī|| jāni priyā ādaru ati kīnhā| bāma bhāga āsanu hara dīnhā|| baiṭhīṃ siva samīpa haraṣāī| pūruba janma kathā cita āī|| pati hiya~ hetu adhika anumānī| bihasi umā bolīṃ priya bānī|| kathā jo sakala loka hitakārī| soi pūchana caha sailakumārī|| bisvanātha mama nātha purārī| tribhuvana mahimā bidita tumhārī|| cara aru acara nāga nara devā| sakala karahiṃ pada paṃkaja sevā|| dohā/soraṭhā prabhu samaratha sarbagya siva sakala kalā guna dhāma|| joga gyāna bairāgya nidhi pranata kalapataru nāma||107||

    Meaning

    How did the foe of Kama look as he sat there? As though the mood of quietude itself had taken on a body. Knowing this a good moment, Parvati, mother Bhavani, went to Shambhu. Recognizing his beloved, Hara honoured her greatly and gave her a seat on his left side. She sat down beside Shiva in delight, and the story of her former birth rose in her mind. Judging the love in her husband's heart to be greater now, Uma smiled and spoke sweet words, for the daughter of the mountain wished to ask for that story which brings good to all the worlds. 'Vishvanatha, my lord, destroyer of the demon citadels, your glory is known through the three worlds. All that moves and all that does not, nagas, men and gods, serve your lotus feet. Lord, you are all-powerful and all-knowing, Shiva, the abode of every art and every virtue, a treasure-house of yoga, knowledge and dispassion; to those who bow before you, your name is a wish-fulfilling tree.'

  108. Verse 108

    caupāī jauṃ mo para prasanna sukharāsī| jānia satya mohi nija dāsī|| tauṃ prabhu harahu mora agyānā| kahi raghunātha kathā bidhi nānā|| jāsu bhavanu surataru tara hoī| sahi ki daridra janita dukhu soī|| sasibhūṣana asa hṛdaya~ bicārī| harahu nātha mama mati bhrama bhārī|| prabhu je muni paramārathabādī| kahahiṃ rāma kahu~ brahma anādī|| sesa sāradā beda purānā| sakala karahiṃ raghupati guna gānā|| tumha puni rāma rāma dina rātī| sādara japahu ana~ga ārātī|| rāmu so avadha nṛpati suta soī| kī aja aguna alakhagati koī|| dohā/soraṭhā jauṃ nṛpa tanaya ta brahma kimi nāri biraha~ mati bhori| dekha carita mahimā sunata bhramati buddhi ati mori||108||

    Meaning

    'If you are pleased with me, O mass of bliss, and truly hold me your own servant, then, Lord, take away my ignorance by telling the story of Raghunatha in its many kinds. Should one whose house stands beneath the tree of heaven endure the misery that poverty brings? Consider this in your heart, O moon-crowned one, and remove, my lord, the heavy delusion of my mind. Lord, those sages who speak of the highest truth call Rama the beginningless Brahman; Shesha, Sharada, the Vedas and the Puranas all sing the virtues of Raghupati; and you yourself, O enemy of Ananga, reverently repeat Rama, Rama by day and by night. Is that Rama the very son of the king of Ayodhya, or is he some other, unborn, without attributes, whose course no eye can trace? If he is a king's son, how can he be Brahman, his wits gone simple in grief at parting from a woman? Yet when I see his deeds and hear his glory, my understanding falls into utter confusion.'

  109. Verse 109

    caupāī jauṃ anīha byāpaka bibhu koū| kabahu bujhāi nātha mohi soū|| agya jāni risa ura jani dharahū| jehi bidhi moha miṭai soi karahū|| mai bana dīkhi rāma prabhutāī| ati bhaya bikala na tumhahi sunāī|| tadapi malina mana bodhu na āvā| so phalu bhalī bhā~ti hama pāvā|| ajahū~ kachu saṃsau mana more| karahu kṛpā binavau~ kara joreṃ|| prabhu taba mohi bahu bhā~ti prabodhā| nātha so samujhi karahu jani krodhā|| taba kara asa bimoha aba nāhīṃ| rāmakathā para ruci mana māhīṃ|| kahahu punīta rāma guna gāthā| bhujagarāja bhūṣana suranāthā|| dohā/soraṭhā baṃdau pada dhari dharani siru binaya karau~ kara jori| baranahu raghubara bisada jasu śruti siddhāṃta nicori||109||

    Meaning

    Parvati said, 'If there is some other being, desireless, all-pervading and all-powerful, then some day, my Lord, make me understand that one too. Knowing me ignorant, keep no anger in your heart; do whatever will clear away my delusion. I saw Rama's majesty in the forest, but I was so undone by fear that I never told you of it. Even so my clouded mind gained no understanding, and I reaped the fruit of that in full measure. Even now some doubt lingers in my mind; be gracious, I entreat you with folded hands. You instructed me then, Lord, in many ways; bear that in mind and do not be angry. The delusion I had in those days is gone from me now, and my mind takes delight in the story of Rama. Tell me the purifying tale of Rama's virtues, you who wear the king of serpents for an ornament, lord of the gods. Laying my head on the ground I worship your feet, and with joined palms I beg you: describe the shining glory of Raghubira, wrung out as the very essence of all that scripture concludes.'

  110. Verse 110

    caupāī jadapi joṣitā nahiṃ adhikārī| dāsī mana krama bacana tumhārī|| gūṛhu tatva na sādhu durāvahiṃ| ārata adhikārī jaha~ pāvahiṃ|| ati ārati pūchau~ surarāyā| raghupati kathā kahahu kari dāyā|| prathama so kārana kahahu bicārī| nirguna brahma saguna bapu dhārī|| puni prabhu kahahu rāma avatārā| bālacarita puni kahahu udārā|| kahahu jathā jānakī bibāhīṃ| rāja tajā so dūṣana kāhīṃ|| bana basi kīnhe carita apārā| kahahu nātha jimi rāvana mārā|| rāja baiṭhi kīnhīṃ bahu līlā| sakala kahahu saṃkara sukhalīlā|| dohā/soraṭhā bahuri kahahu karunāyatana kīnha jo acaraja rāma| prajā sahita raghubaṃsamani kimi gavane nija dhāma||110||

    Meaning

    'Though a woman has no title to such knowledge,' Parvati went on, 'in thought, word and deed I am your servant, and saints do not hide even the deepest truth wherever they find an earnest seeker fit to receive it. So in great eagerness I ask you, king of the gods: be merciful and tell me the story of Raghupati. First consider and explain the reason why the attributeless Brahman takes on a body with attributes. Then, Lord, tell of Rama's descent, and after that his generous deeds as a child. Tell how he married Janaki, and through whose fault he gave up the throne. Dwelling in the forest he performed deeds without number; tell me too, Lord, how he slew Ravana. Seated on the throne he enacted many sports; recount them all, Shankara, whose play is joy itself. And then tell what wonder Rama, that dwelling-place of compassion, worked at the last: how the jewel of the Raghu line went to his own abode together with his people.'

  111. Verse 111

    caupāī puni prabhu kahahu so tatva bakhānī| jehiṃ bigyāna magana muni gyānī|| bhagati gyāna bigyāna birāgā| puni saba baranahu sahita bibhāgā|| aurau rāma rahasya anekā| kahahu nātha ati bimala bibekā|| jo prabhu maiṃ pūchā nahi hoī| sou dayāla rākhahu jani goī|| tumha tribhuvana gura beda bakhānā| āna jīva pā~vara kā jānā|| prasna umā kai sahaja suhāī| chala bihīna suni siva mana bhāī|| hara hiya~ rāmacarita saba āe| prema pulaka locana jala chāe|| śrīraghunātha rūpa ura āvā| paramānaṃda amita sukha pāvā|| dohā/soraṭhā magana dhyānarasa daṃḍa juga puni mana bāhera kīnha| raghupati carita mahesa taba haraṣita baranai līnha||111||

    Meaning

    'Then, Lord, expound that truth in which enlightened sages remain sunk in realization. Describe devotion, knowledge, realization and dispassion, each with its divisions. And the many secrets of Rama besides — tell those too, master of the purest discernment. Whatever I have not thought to ask, that also, compassionate one, do not keep concealed. The Vedas call you the teacher of the three worlds; what can any other wretched creature know?' Uma's question, guileless and lovely by its own nature, delighted the mind of Shiva. All Rama's deeds came flooding into Hara's heart; love thrilled through his body and his eyes brimmed with tears. The form of Raghunatha rose within his breast and he knew supreme bliss and boundless joy. Absorbed for the space of two dandas in the sweetness of that contemplation, he then drew his mind outwards again, and Mahesha in gladness began to relate the deeds of Raghupati.

  112. Verse 112

    caupāī jhūṭheu satya jāhi binu jāneṃ| jimi bhujaṃga binu raju pahicāneṃ|| jehi jāneṃ jaga jāi herāī| jāgeṃ jathā sapana bhrama jāī|| baṃdau~ bālarūpa soī rāmū| saba sidhi sulabha japata jisu nāmū|| maṃgala bhavana amaṃgala hārī| dravau so dasaratha ajira bihārī|| kari pranāma rāmahi tripurārī| haraṣi sudhā sama girā ucārī|| dhanya dhanya girirājakumārī| tumha samāna nahiṃ kou upakārī|| pū~chehu raghupati kathā prasaṃgā| sakala loka jaga pāvani gaṃgā|| tumha raghubīra carana anurāgī| kīnhahu prasna jagata hita lāgī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāmakṛpā teṃ pārabati sapanehu~ tava mana māhiṃ| soka moha saṃdeha bhrama mama bicāra kachu nāhiṃ||112||

    Meaning

    Without knowing whom even what is false looks true, as a snake is seen so long as the rope is not recognized; and on knowing whom this world is lost from sight, as a dream's confusion vanishes on waking — to that same Rama in his child's form I bow, by the repeating of whose name every attainment comes easily. May he who is the house of blessing and the remover of all ill, who plays in Dasharatha's courtyard, be moved to pity. Then Tripurari made obeisance to Rama and in gladness uttered words like nectar: 'Blessed, blessed are you, daughter of the mountain king; there is no benefactor to equal you. You have asked after the theme of Raghupati's story, the Ganga that purifies every world and all creation. You love the feet of Raghubira, and you have framed your question for the good of the world. By Rama's grace, Parvati, to my judgement there is not in your mind, even in a dream, any grief or delusion, any doubt or error.'

  113. Verse 113

    caupāī tadapi asaṃkā kīnhihu soī| kahata sunata saba kara hita hoī|| jinha hari kathā sunī nahiṃ kānā| śravana raṃdhra ahibhavana samānā|| nayananhi saṃta darasa nahiṃ dekhā| locana morapaṃkha kara lekhā|| te sira kaṭu tuṃbari samatūlā| je na namata hari gura pada mūlā|| jinha haribhagati hṛdaya~ nahiṃ ānī| jīvata sava samāna tei prānī|| jo nahiṃ karai rāma guna gānā| jīha so dādura jīha samānā|| kulisa kaṭhora niṭhura soi chātī| suni haricarita na jo haraṣātī|| girijā sunahu rāma kai līlā| sura hita danuja bimohanasīlā|| dohā/soraṭhā rāmakathā suradhenu sama sevata saba sukha dāni| satasamāja suraloka saba ko na sunai asa jāni||113||

    Meaning

    'Even so, you raised that doubt so that good might come to all who tell the story and all who hear it. Those who have never heard Hari's story with their ears — the hollows of their ears are no better than a snake's hole. Eyes that have never looked upon a saint are to be reckoned the false eyes of a peacock's feather. Heads that never bow at the feet of Hari and of the guru are worth no more than a bitter gourd. Those who have never brought devotion to Hari into their hearts are creatures living and yet no different from corpses. The tongue that does not sing Rama's virtues is the tongue of a frog. Hard as a thunderbolt and pitiless is that breast which does not thrill on hearing Hari's doings. Listen, Girija, to the sport of Rama, which works good for the gods and bewilders the demons. Rama's story is like the cow of heaven, granting every joy to those who serve it, and the company of the good is all the heavens together — knowing this, who would not listen?'

  114. Verse 114

    caupāī rāmakathā suṃdara kara tārī| saṃsaya bihaga uḍāvanihārī|| rāmakathā kali biṭapa kuṭhārī| sādara sunu girirājakumārī|| rāma nāma guna carita suhāe| janama karama aganita śruti gāe|| jathā anaṃta rāma bhagavānā| tathā kathā kīrati guna nānā|| tadapi jathā śruta jasi mati morī| kahihau~ dekhi prīti ati torī|| umā prasna tava sahaja suhāī| sukhada saṃtasaṃmata mohi bhāī|| eka bāta nahi mohi sohānī| jadapi moha basa kahehu bhavānī|| tuma jo kahā rāma kou ānā| jehi śruti gāva dharahiṃ muni dhyānā|| dohā/soraṭhā kahahi sunahi asa adhama nara grase je moha pisāca| pāṣaṃḍī hari pada bimukha jānahiṃ jhūṭha na sāca||114||

    Meaning

    'Rama's story is a beautiful clap of the hands that startles into flight the birds of doubt. Rama's story is an axe to the tree of the Kali age; hear it with reverence, daughter of the mountain king. Rama's name, his virtues and his lovely deeds, his births and his acts, the scriptures have sung as beyond all counting. As Lord Rama is infinite, so are his stories, his fame and his manifold virtues. Yet as I have heard it, and so far as my own understanding reaches, I shall tell it, seeing how great your love is. Uma, your question is lovely by its own nature, it gives delight, the saints approve it, and it has pleased me. One thing only did not please me, though you spoke it, Bhavani, under the sway of delusion: that you said this Rama might be some other than the one the Vedas sing of, on whom the sages fix their meditation. Such things are spoken and heard by base men seized by the demon of delusion — hypocrites turned away from Hari's feet, who know neither falsehood nor truth.'

  115. Verse 115

    caupāī agya akobida aṃdha abhāgī| kāī biṣaya mukara mana lāgī|| laṃpaṭa kapaṭī kuṭila biseṣī| sapanehu~ saṃtasabhā nahiṃ dekhī|| kahahiṃ te beda asaṃmata bānī| jinha keṃ sūjha lābhu nahiṃ hānī|| mukara malina aru nayana bihīnā| rāma rūpa dekhahiṃ kimi dīnā|| jinha keṃ aguna na saguna bibekā| jalpahiṃ kalpita bacana anekā|| harimāyā basa jagata bhramāhīṃ| tinhahi kahata kachu aghaṭita nāhīṃ|| bātula bhūta bibasa matavāre| te nahiṃ bolahiṃ bacana bicāre|| jinha kṛta mahāmoha mada pānā| tin kara kahā karia nahiṃ kānā|| dohā/soraṭhā asa nija hṛdaya~ bicāri taju saṃsaya bhaju rāma pada| sunu girirāja kumāri bhrama tama rabi kara bacana mama||115||

    Meaning

    They are ignorant, unlettered, blind and luckless, men on whose mirror of a mind the moss of sense-pleasure has settled. Lecherous, deceitful and crooked beyond measure, they have never so much as dreamt of an assembly of saints. They utter speech the Vedas do not sanction, being unable to tell profit from loss. Their mirror is fouled and they have no eyes besides, so how should such wretched creatures behold the beauty of Rama? Having no discernment of the unqualified or the qualified, they babble endless invented talk; ruled by Hari's maya they stray about the world, and there is no absurdity they will not speak. The madman, the man seized by a spirit, the drunkard, none of these ever speaks a considered word, and one should give no ear at all to those who have drunk the strong wine of great delusion. Weigh this in your own heart, give up your doubt and adore Rama's feet. Hear me, daughter of the mountain king: my words are the sun's rays to the darkness of error.

  116. Verse 116

    caupāī sagunahi agunahi nahiṃ kachu bhedā| gāvahiṃ muni purāna budha bedā|| aguna arupa alakha aja joī| bhagata prema basa saguna so hoī|| jo guna rahita saguna soi kaiseṃ| jalu hima upala bilaga nahiṃ jaiseṃ|| jāsu nāma bhrama timira pataṃgā| tehi kimi kahia bimoha prasaṃgā|| rāma saccidānaṃda dinesā| nahiṃ taha~ moha nisā lavalesā|| sahaja prakāsarupa bhagavānā| nahiṃ taha~ puni bigyāna bihānā|| haraṣa biṣāda gyāna agyānā| jīva dharma ahamiti abhimānā|| rāma brahma byāpaka jaga jānā| paramānanda paresa purānā|| dohā/soraṭhā puruṣa prasiddha prakāsa nidhi pragaṭa parāvara nātha|| raghukulamani mama svāmi soi kahi siva~ nāyau mātha||116||

    Meaning

    Between the qualified and the unqualified there is no difference whatever, and so the sages, the Puranas, the wise and the Vedas sing. That which is without attributes, without form, imperceptible and unborn becomes, subdued by the love of its devotees, the Lord with form and quality. How can what is free of attributes be the very same as the qualified? Just as water, snow and hail are not separate things. He whose name is the sun to the darkness of error, how can delusion be spoken of in his case? Rama is being, consciousness and bliss, the sun itself, and there is not the least trace there of the night of delusion. The Lord is by his own nature light, and so for him there is no dawn of realization either. Joy and grief, knowledge and ignorance, the sense of 'I' and pride, these are the properties of the individual soul. Rama is Brahman, pervading all, supreme bliss, the highest Lord, the ancient one, as the world knows. He is the renowned Purusha, the treasure house of light, manifest, master of the high and the low; that jewel of Raghu's line is my own master. So saying, Shiva bowed his head.

  117. Verse 117

    caupāī nija bhrama nahiṃ samujhahiṃ agyānī| prabhu para moha dharahiṃ jaṛa prānī|| jathā gagana ghana paṭala nihārī| jhā~peu mānu kahahiṃ kubicārī|| citava jo locana aṃguli lāe~| pragaṭa jugala sasi tehi ke bhāe~|| umā rāma biṣaika asa mohā| nabha tama dhūma dhūri jimi sohā|| biṣaya karana sura jīva sametā| sakala eka teṃ eka sacetā|| saba kara parama prakāsaka joī| rāma anādi avadhapati soī|| jagata prakāsya prakāsaka rāmū| māyādhīsa gyāna guna dhāmū|| jāsu satyatā teṃ jaḍa māyā| bhāsa satya iva moha sahāyā|| dohā/soraṭhā rajata sīpa mahu~ māsa jimi jathā bhānu kara bāri| jadapi mṛṣā tihu~ kāla soi bhrama na sakai kou ṭāri||117||

    Meaning

    The ignorant do not understand their own delusion, and dull creatures fasten that delusion upon the Lord, just as men of poor judgement, seeing a bank of cloud in the sky, declare that the sun has been covered over, or as one who looks with a finger pressed against his eye sees two moons plainly before him. Uma, delusion in the matter of Rama is like darkness, smoke and dust showing themselves in the sky. The objects of sense, the senses, their presiding deities and the soul along with them, all of these draw their consciousness one from another; and he who is the supreme illuminator of them all is beginningless Rama, the Lord of Ayodhya. The world is what is lit and Rama the light that lights it, the master of maya, the abode of knowledge and of every virtue. It is by the reality of his being that insentient maya, with delusion to help it, shows itself as though it were true, as silver appears in a shell or water in the rays of the sun. Though it is false in all three times, no one can push that illusion aside.

  118. Verse 118

    caupāī ehi bidhi jaga hari āśrita rahaī| jadapi asatya deta dukha ahaī|| jauṃ sapaneṃ sira kāṭai koī| binu jāgeṃ na dūri dukha hoī|| jāsu kṛpā~ asa bhrama miṭi jāī| girijā soi kṛpāla raghurāī|| ādi aṃta kou jāsu na pāvā| mati anumāni nigama asa gāvā|| binu pada calai sunai binu kānā| kara binu karama karai bidhi nānā|| ānana rahita sakala rasa bhogī| binu bānī bakatā baṛa jogī|| tanu binu parasa nayana binu dekhā| grahai ghrāna binu bāsa aseṣā|| asi saba bhā~ti alaukika karanī| mahimā jāsu jāi nahiṃ baranī|| dohā/soraṭhā jehi imi gāvahi beda budha jāhi dharahiṃ muni dhyāna|| soi dasaratha suta bhagata hita kosalapati bhagavāna||118||

    Meaning

    In this way the world rests upon Hari, and though it is unreal it does give pain, just as when someone strikes off a man's head in a dream the pain is not undone until he wakes. Girija, by whose grace such delusion is wiped away, that same compassionate one is the Lord of the Raghus. No one has found his beginning or his end; the Vedas, guessing at him with the intellect, have sung of him in this manner. Without feet he walks, without ears he hears, without hands he performs works of every kind; with no mouth he enjoys all flavours, with no voice he is a great speaker and the greatest of yogis; without a body he touches, without eyes he sees, and without a nose he takes in every scent. Such is his working, unearthly in every way, and his greatness cannot be told. He of whom the Vedas and the wise sing thus, and upon whom the sages fix their meditation, he is Dasharatha's son, the Lord of Kosala, God himself, come for the good of his devotees.

  119. Verse 119

    caupāī kāsīṃ marata jaṃtu avalokī| jāsu nāma bala karau~ bisokī|| soi prabhu mora carācara svāmī| raghubara saba ura aṃtarajāmī|| bibasahu~ jāsu nāma nara kahahīṃ| janama aneka racita agha dahahīṃ|| sādara sumirana je nara karahīṃ| bhava bāridhi gopada iva tarahīṃ|| rāma so paramātamā bhavānī| taha~ bhrama ati abihita tava bānī|| asa saṃsaya ānata ura māhīṃ| gyāna birāga sakala guna jāhīṃ|| suni siva ke bhrama bhaṃjana bacanā| miṭi gai saba kutaraka kai racanā|| bhai raghupati pada prīti pratītī| dāruna asaṃbhāvanā bītī|| dohā/soraṭhā puni puni prabhu pada kamala gahi jori paṃkaruha pāni| bolī girijā bacana bara manahu~ prema rasa sāni||119||

    Meaning

    Seeing a creature at the point of death in Kashi, it is by the power of his name that I free it from sorrow; that Lord is my own master, the master of all that moves and does not move, Raghubara, the indweller of every heart. Men who utter his name even helplessly burn up the sins heaped together through many births, and those who call him to mind with reverence cross the ocean of worldly existence as though it were the print of a cow's hoof. Bhavani, Rama is that Supreme Spirit, and to speak of delusion in him, as your words did, was wholly unfitting; once such a doubt is admitted into the heart, knowledge, dispassion and every virtue take their leave. Hearing Shiva's words, which shattered her delusion, the whole fabric of her false reasoning was undone. Love for Raghupati's feet and faith in them arose, and the cruel disbelief passed away. Again and again clasping her lord's lotus feet and joining her lotus hands, Girija spoke fair words, as though steeped in the nectar of love.

  120. Verse 120

    caupāī sasi kara sama suni girā tumhārī| miṭā moha saradātapa bhārī|| tumha kṛpāla sabu saṃsau hareū| rāma svarupa jāni mohi pareū|| nātha kṛpā~ aba gayau biṣādā| sukhī bhayau~ prabhu carana prasādā|| aba mohi āpani kiṃkari jānī| jadapi sahaja jaḍa nāri ayānī|| prathama jo maiṃ pūchā soi kahahū| jauṃ mo para prasanna prabhu ahahū|| rāma brahma cinamaya abināsī| sarba rahita saba ura pura bāsī|| nātha dhareu naratanu kehi hetū| mohi samujhāi kahahu bṛṣaketū|| umā bacana suni parama binītā| rāmakathā para prīti punītā|| dohā/soraṭhā hiṃya~ haraṣe kāmāri taba saṃkara sahaja sujāna bahu bidhi umahi prasaṃsi puni bole kṛpānidhāna||120(ka)|| sunu subha kathā bhavāni rāmacaritamānasa bimala| kahā bhusuṃḍi bakhāni sunā bihaga nāyaka garuḍa||120(kha)|| so saṃbāda udāra jehi bidhi bhā āgeṃ kahaba| sunahu rāma avatāra carita parama suṃdara anagha||120(ga)|| hari guna nāma apāra kathā rūpa aganita amita| maiṃ nija mati anusāra kahau~ umā sādara sunahu||120(gha||

    Meaning

    Hearing your speech, cool as the rays of the moon, the heavy delusion in me, like the fierce heat of autumn, has been dispelled. Merciful one, you have taken away all my doubt, and I have come to know Rama's true nature. Lord, by your grace my grief is gone and I am made happy by the favour of your feet. Now count me your own handmaid, dull and unknowing woman though I am by nature, and if you are pleased with me, tell me the thing I asked at the first. Rama is Brahman, all consciousness, imperishable, free of everything and dwelling in the city of every heart; then for what reason, Lord, did he put on a human body? Explain it to me, bearer of the bull banner. Hearing Uma's most humble words and her pure love for the story of Rama, Shankara, the foe of Kama, wise by his very nature, rejoiced in his heart; praising Uma in many ways, that treasury of compassion then spoke: Hear, Bhavani, the auspicious tale, the spotless Ramcharitmanas, which Bhusundi told out at length and Garuda, king of birds, heard. How that noble dialogue came about I shall tell you further on; for now hear the story of Rama's descent, most beautiful and without blemish. Hari's virtues and names are boundless, his tales and forms uncounted and unmeasured; I tell them as my own understanding allows, so listen, Uma, with reverence.

  121. Verse 121

    caupāī sunu girijā haricarita suhāe| bipula bisada nigamāgama gāe|| hari avatāra hetu jehi hoī| idamitthaṃ kahi jāi na soī|| rāma artakya buddhi mana bānī| mata hamāra asa sunahi sayānī|| tadapi saṃta muni beda purānā| jasa kachu kahahiṃ svamati anumānā|| tasa maiṃ sumukhi sunāvau~ tohī| samujhi parai jasa kārana mohī|| jaba jaba hoi dharama kai hānī| bāḍhahiṃ asura adhama abhimānī|| karahiṃ anīti jāi nahiṃ baranī| sīdahiṃ bipra dhenu sura dharanī|| taba taba prabhu dhari bibidha sarīrā| harahi kṛpānidhi sajjana pīrā|| dohā/soraṭhā asura māri thāpahiṃ suranha rākhahiṃ nija śruti setu| jaga bistārahiṃ bisada jasa rāma janma kara hetu||121||

    Meaning

    Hear, Girija: the deeds of Hari are lovely, vast and stainless, and the Vedas and the Agamas have sung them. As for the cause for which Hari takes on an incarnation, no one can point to it and say, 'It is just this and nothing else.' Rama lies beyond the reach of intellect, mind and speech, past all reasoning — such is my judgement, and so you should hear it, wise one. Even so, the saints, the sages, the Vedas and the Puranas do say something, each as his own understanding infers; and in that way, fair-faced one, I shall tell you the causes as they appear to me. Whenever dharma suffers loss and base, arrogant demons multiply, working injustice past all telling, so that Brahmins, cows, gods and the earth are afflicted — then the Lord, that ocean of compassion, takes one body or another and lifts away the anguish of the good. Slaying the demons he re-establishes the gods, guards the embankment of his own scripture, and spreads his pure fame through the world: this is one cause of Rama's birth.

  122. Verse 122

    caupāī soi jasa gāi bhagata bhava tarahīṃ| kṛpāsiṃdhu jana hita tanu dharahīṃ|| rāma janama ke hetu anekā| parama bicitra eka teṃ ekā|| janama eka dui kahau~ bakhānī| sāvadhāna sunu sumati bhavānī|| dvārapāla hari ke priya doū| jaya aru bijaya jāna saba koū|| bipra śrāpa teṃ dūnau bhāī| tāmasa asura deha tinha pāī|| kanakakasipu aru hāṭaka locana| jagata bidita surapati mada mocana|| bijaī samara bīra bikhyātā| dhari barāha bapu eka nipātā|| hoi narahari dūsara puni mārā| jana prahalāda sujasa bistārā|| dohā/soraṭhā bhae nisācara jāi tei mahābīra balavāna| kuṃbhakarana rāvaṇa subhaṭa sura bijaī jaga jāna||122 |

    Meaning

    Singing that fame, devotees cross the ocean of birth and death; for the good of his servants the ocean of grace puts on a body. The reasons for Rama's birth are many, and each is more wondrous than the last. I shall relate one or two of those births at length — listen attentively, wise Bhavani. Hari had two beloved doorkeepers, Jaya and Vijaya, whom everyone knows. By a Brahmin's curse the two brothers took on dark demon bodies: they became Hiranyakashipu and the golden-eyed Hiranyaksha, renowned throughout the world, breakers of Indra's pride. Both were conquerors in battle and famed champions. Taking the body of a boar the Lord struck down the one; becoming the Man-Lion he then killed the other, and spread abroad the fair fame of his servant Prahlada. Those two went on to be born as night-rangers, heroes of enormous strength — Kumbhakarna and Ravana, mighty warriors and conquerors of the gods, as all the world knows.

  123. Verse 123

    caupāī mukuta na bhae hate bhagavānā| tīni janama dvija bacana pravānā|| eka bāra tinha ke hita lāgī| dhareu sarīra bhagata anurāgī|| kasyapa aditi tahā~ pitu mātā| dasaratha kausalyā bikhyātā|| eka kalapa ehi bidhi avatārā| caritra pavitra kie saṃsārā|| eka kalapa sura dekhi dukhāre| samara jalaṃdhara sana saba hāre|| saṃbhu kīnha saṃgrāma apārā| danuja mahābala marai na mārā|| parama satī asurādhipa nārī| tehi bala tāhi na jitahiṃ purārī|| dohā/soraṭhā chala kari ṭāreu tāsu brata prabhu sura kāraja kīnha|| jaba tehi jāneu marama taba śrāpa kopa kari dīnha||123||

    Meaning

    Even when slain by the Lord they were not released, for by the force of the Brahmin's word three births had been fixed for them. Once, for their sake, the Lord who loves his devotees took on a body: there Kashyapa and Aditi were his father and mother, famed as Dasharatha and Kaushalya. In one kalpa the descent came about in this manner, and he performed pure deeds in the world. In another kalpa, seeing the gods in misery — for all of them had been beaten in battle by Jalandhara — Shambhu waged a boundless war; yet the demon was of vast strength and would not die however he was struck, because the demon-king's wife was a woman of perfect chastity, and by the power of her virtue not even the Foe of the Three Cities could overcome him. So by a stratagem the Lord broke her vow and accomplished the errand of the gods; and when she came to know the secret, she cursed him in her wrath.

  124. Verse 124

    caupāī tāsu śrāpa hari dīnha pramānā| kautukanidhi kṛpāla bhagavānā|| tahā~ jalaṃdhara rāvana bhayaū| rana hati rāma parama pada dayaū|| eka janama kara kārana ehā| jehi lāgi rāma dharī naradehā|| prati avatāra kathā prabhu kerī| sunu muni baranī kabinha ghanerī|| nārada śrāpa dīnha eka bārā| kalapa eka tehi lagi avatārā|| girijā cakita bhaī suni bānī| nārada biṣnubhagata puni gyāni|| kārana kavana śrāpa muni dīnhā| kā aparādha ramāpati kīnhā|| yaha prasaṃga mohi kahahu purārī| muni mana moha ācaraja bhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā bole bihasi mahesa taba gyānī mūṛha na koi| jehi jasa raghupati karahiṃ jaba so tasa tehi chana hoi||124(ka)|| kahau~ rāma guna gātha bharadvāja sādara sunahu| bhava bhaṃjana raghunātha bhaju tulasī taji māna mada||124(kha)||

    Meaning

    The Lord — that treasury of playful sport, the gracious one — accepted her curse as binding. In that birth Jalandhara became Ravana, and Rama, striking him down in battle, granted him the supreme state. This is the cause of one birth, for which Rama assumed a human body. Every incarnation of the Lord has its own tale; hear, sage, for the poets have told many. Once Narada laid a curse, and for that there was an incarnation in one kalpa. Girija was astonished to hear these words: Narada is Vishnu's devotee, and a knower besides; for what cause, then, did the sage pronounce a curse, and what offence had the Lord of Lakshmi committed? Tell me this episode, Purari — that delusion should enter a sage's mind is a great wonder. Then Mahesha said with a smile: no one is wise or dull of himself; whatever Raghupati makes a man at any moment, that he becomes in that very instant. I tell the tale of Rama's virtues — Bharadvaja, hear it reverently. O Tulsidas, leave pride and conceit behind and worship Raghunatha, who shatters the round of birth and death.

  125. Verse 125

    caupāī himagiri guhā eka ati pāvani| baha samīpa surasarī suhāvani|| āśrama parama punīta suhāvā| dekhi devariṣi mana ati bhāvā|| nirakhi saila sari bipina bibhāgā| bhayau ramāpati pada anurāgā|| sumirata harihi śrāpa gati bādhī| sahaja bimala mana lāgi samādhī|| muni gati dekhi suresa ḍerānā| kāmahi boli kīnha sanamānā|| sahita sahāya jāhu mama hetū| cakeu haraṣi hiya~ jalacaraketū|| sunāsīra mana mahu~ asi trāsā| cahata devariṣi mama pura bāsā|| je kāmī lolupa jaga māhīṃ| kuṭila kāka iva sabahi ḍerāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā sukha hāṛa lai bhāga saṭha svāna nirakhi mṛgarāja| chīni lei jani jāna jaṛa timi surapatihi na lāja||125||

    Meaning

    In the Himalaya there is a cave of great sanctity, and close by flows the lovely river of the gods. Seeing that hermitage, supremely holy and fair, the divine sage was greatly taken with it; and as he looked on the mountain, the stream and the stretches of forest, love awoke in him for the feet of Lakshmi's Lord. The moment he remembered Hari, the working of the curse was held back, and his naturally spotless mind sank into deep absorption. Seeing the sage in that state, the lord of the gods took fright; he summoned Kama and treated him with honour, saying, 'Go on my behalf, and take your helpers with you.' The fish-bannered god, delighted at heart, went off. In Sunasira's mind lay this fear — that the divine sage meant to take up residence in his own city. Those who are lustful and grasping in this world go in fear of everyone, like the crooked crow: as a foolish dog, catching sight of the king of beasts, runs off with a dry bone, the dolt supposing the lion means to snatch it from him, just so the lord of the gods felt no shame.

  126. Verse 126

    caupāī tehi āśramahiṃ madana jaba gayaū| nija māyā~ basaṃta niramayaū|| kusumita bibidha biṭapa bahuraṃgā| kūjahiṃ kokila guṃjahi bhṛṃgā|| calī suhāvani tribidha bayārī| kāma kṛsānu baṛhāvanihārī|| raṃbhādika suranāri nabīnā | sakala asamasara kalā prabīnā|| karahiṃ gāna bahu tāna taraṃgā| bahubidhi krīṛahi pāni pataṃgā|| dekhi sahāya madana haraṣānā| kīnhesi puni prapaṃca bidhi nānā|| kāma kalā kachu munihi na byāpī| nija bhaya~ ḍareu manobhava pāpī|| sīma ki cā~pi sakai kou tāsu| baṛa rakhavāra ramāpati jāsū|| dohā/soraṭhā sahita sahāya sabhīta ati māni hāri mana maina| gahesi jāi muni carana taba kahi suṭhi ārata baina||126||

    Meaning

    When the god of love reached that hermitage, he created spring there by his own magic. Trees of every kind broke into blossom of many colours, cuckoos called and bees hummed, and a lovely breeze began to blow, cool and soft and fragrant, fanning the fire of desire. Rambha and other young nymphs of heaven were there, all of them skilled in every art of love; they sang, wave upon wave of melody, and sported in many ways with balls in their hands. Seeing his helpers, Kama rejoiced, and he wove illusions of many kinds besides. But not one of love's arts had the least effect upon the sage, and the sinful mind-born god was seized with fear for himself. Who can press upon the bounds of a man whose great protector is the Lord of Lakshmi? So, with his helpers, in extreme fear and owning defeat in his heart, Kama went and clasped the sage's feet, uttering the most piteous words.

  127. Verse 127

    caupāī bhayau na nārada mana kachu roṣā| kahi priya bacana kāma paritoṣā|| nāi carana siru āyasu pāī| gayau madana taba sahita sahāī|| muni susīlatā āpani karanī| surapati sabhā~ jāi saba baranī|| suni saba keṃ mana acaraju āvā| munihi prasaṃsi harihi siru nāvā|| taba nārada gavane siva pāhīṃ| jitā kāma ahamiti mana māhīṃ|| māra carita saṃkarahiṃ sunāe| atipriya jāni mahesa sikhāe|| bāra bāra binavau~ muni tohīṃ| jimi yaha kathā sunāyahu mohīṃ|| timi jani harihi sunāvahu kabahū~| calehu~ prasaṃga durāeḍu tabahū~|| dohā/soraṭhā saṃbhu dīnha upadesa hita nahiṃ nāradahi sohāna| bhāradvāja kautuka sunahu hari icchā balavāna||127||

    Meaning

    No anger at all arose in Narada's mind; he spoke kindly words and set Kama at ease. Bowing his head at the sage's feet and receiving his leave, Madana then went away with his companions. Going to the court of the lord of the gods, he described it all — the sage's gentleness and his own doings. Hearing it, wonder filled every mind there; they praised the sage and bowed their heads to Hari. Then Narada went to Shiva, carrying in his heart the conceit that he had conquered Kama, and recounted to Shankara everything the god of love had done. Holding him very dear, Mahesha gave him counsel: 'Again and again I entreat you, sage — as you have told this tale to me, so do not ever tell it to Hari; and if the subject should come up of itself, even then keep it hidden.' Shambhu gave this advice for Narada's good, but it did not please him. Bharadvaja, hear now the sport that followed — the will of Hari is mighty.

  128. Verse 128

    caupāī rāma kīnha cāhahiṃ soi hoī| karai anyathā asa nahiṃ koī|| saṃbhu bacana muni mana nahiṃ bhāe| taba biraṃci ke loka sidhāe|| eka bāra karatala bara bīnā| gāvata hari guna gāna prabīnā|| chīrasiṃdhu gavane munināthā| jaha~ basa śrīnivāsa śrutimāthā|| haraṣi mile uṭhi ramāniketā| baiṭhe āsana riṣihi sametā|| bole bihasi carācara rāyā| bahute dinana kīnhi muni dāyā|| kāma carita nārada saba bhāṣe| jadyapi prathama baraji siva~ rākhe|| ati pracaṃḍa raghupati kai māyā| jehi na moha asa ko jaga jāyā|| dohā/soraṭhā rūkha badana kari bacana mṛdu bole śrībhagavāna | tumhare sumirana teṃ miṭahiṃ moha māra mada māna||128||

    Meaning

    Whatever Rama wishes to do comes to pass, and there is none who can make it otherwise. Shambhu's words did not please the sage's mind, and he set out from there for Brahma's realm. Once, with his lovely vina in his hand and singing Hari's virtues — for he was a master of song — the lord of sages went to the ocean of milk, where dwells Shrinivasa, whom the Vedas hold as their crown. He in whom Lakshmi dwells rose in gladness, met him, and took his seat along with the rishi. Smiling, the sovereign of all that moves and does not move said, 'Sage, after many days you have shown me kindness.' Then Narada told out the whole affair of the god of love, though Shiva had forbidden it beforehand. Fierce beyond measure is Raghupati's maya: who has been born into this world whom it does not delude? Keeping his face grave, the blessed Lord spoke gently: 'By the mere remembrance of you, delusion, lust, intoxication and pride are wiped away.'

  129. Verse 129

    caupāī sunu muni moha hoi mana tākeṃ| gyāna birāga hṛdaya nahiṃ jāke|| brahmacaraja brata rata matidhīrā| tumhahi ki karai manobhava pīrā|| nārada kaheu sahita abhimānā| kṛpā tumhāri sakala bhagavānā|| karunānidhi mana dīkha bicārī| ura aṃkureu garaba taru bhārī|| begi so mai ḍārihau~ ukhārī| pana hamāra sevaka hitakārī|| muni kara hita mama kautuka hoī| avasi upāya karabi mai soī|| taba nārada hari pada sira nāī| cale hṛdaya~ ahamiti adhikāī|| śrīpati nija māyā taba prerī| sunahu kaṭhina karanī tehi kerī|| dohā/soraṭhā biraceu maga mahu~ nagara tehiṃ sata jojana bistāra| śrīnivāsapura teṃ adhika racanā bibidha prakāra||129||

    Meaning

    'Listen, sage: delusion takes hold of the mind of one in whose heart there is no knowledge and no dispassion. But you are firm of intellect and devoted to the vow of celibacy — how should the mind-born god be able to give you pain?' Narada answered, and pride was in his answer: 'It is all your grace, Lord.' The ocean of compassion weighed the matter in his mind and saw that a great tree of arrogance had sprouted in the sage's heart. 'I shall pull it up by the root at once; it is my vow to work my servants' good. In this the sage's welfare will lie, and sport for me besides; that means I shall certainly employ.' Then Narada bowed his head at Hari's feet and went his way, the conceit in his heart grown greater still. Shripati thereupon set his own maya to work — hear what a formidable thing it wrought. Along the sage's road it fashioned a city a hundred yojanas in extent, its manifold construction surpassing even the city of Shrinivasa himself.

  130. Verse 130

    caupāī basahiṃ nagara suṃdara nara nārī| janu bahu manasija rati tanudhārī|| tehiṃ pura basai sīlanidhi rājā| aganita haya gaya sena samājā|| sata suresa sama bibhava bilāsā| rūpa teja bala nīti nivāsā|| bisvamohanī tāsu kumārī| śrī bimoha jisu rūpu nihārī|| soi harimāyā saba guna khānī| sobhā tāsu ki jāi bakhānī|| karai svayaṃbara so nṛpabālā| āe taha~ aganita mahipālā|| muni kautukī nagara tehiṃ gayaū| purabāsinha saba pūchata bhayaū|| suni saba carita bhūpagṛha~ āe| kari pūjā nṛpa muni baiṭhāe|| dohā/soraṭhā āni dekhāī nāradahi bhūpati rājakumāri| kahahu nātha guna doṣa saba ehi ke hṛdaya~ bicāri||130||

    Meaning

    Beautiful men and women dwelt in that city, as though many a Kama and Rati had taken bodily form. In that city lived a king named Shilanidhi, with horses, elephants, armies and retinue past counting; his wealth and pleasures matched a hundred Indras, and he was a seat of beauty, lustre, strength and statecraft. His daughter was Vishwamohini, at the sight of whose beauty even Lakshmi would be bewitched. She was Hari's maya herself, a mine of every virtue — how could her loveliness be told? That princess was holding her own choice of a husband, and countless kings had come there. The sage, ever eager for a spectacle, entered that city and went about questioning the townspeople; and hearing all that was afoot he came to the king's palace, where the king honoured him with worship and seated him. Then the king had the princess brought and shown to Narada: 'Tell me, lord, having weighed it in your heart, all the merits and faults of this girl.'

  131. Verse 131

    caupāī dekhi rūpa muni birati bisārī| baṛī bāra lagi rahe nihārī|| lacchana tāsu biloki bhulāne| hṛdaya~ haraṣa nahiṃ pragaṭa bakhāne|| jo ehi barai amara soi hoī| samarabhūmi tehi jīta na koī|| sevahiṃ sakala carācara tāhī| barai sīlanidhi kanyā jāhī|| lacchana saba bicāri ura rākhe| kachuka banāi bhūpa sana bhāṣe|| sutā sulacchana kahi nṛpa pāhīṃ| nārada cale soca mana māhīṃ|| karauṃ jāi soi jatana bicārī| jehi prakāra mohi barai kumārī|| japa tapa kachu na hoi tehi kālā| he bidhi milai kavana bidhi bālā|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi avasara cāhia parama sobhā rūpa bisāla| jo biloki rījhai kua~ri taba melai jayamāla||131||

    Meaning

    Seeing her beauty the sage forgot his renunciation and stayed gazing at her a long while. Reading the marks upon her he lost himself; his heart rejoiced, but he did not declare them openly. Whoever weds her will become deathless, and none will defeat him on the field of battle; all creatures moving and unmoving will serve the man whom Shilanidhi's daughter chooses. Having weighed all these marks, he kept them locked in his breast and told the king something he made up instead. Saying to the king only that his daughter's marks were auspicious, Narada left with anxiety in his mind: 'Let me go and think out some device by which the princess may choose me. Japa and austerity will avail nothing at such a time — O Creator, by what means is the girl to be won? What is wanted at this hour is supreme beauty and a magnificent form, seeing which the maiden will be captivated and then set the victory-garland upon me.'

  132. Verse 132

    caupāī hari sana māgauṃ suṃdaratāī| hoihi jāta gaharu ati bhāī|| moreṃ hita hari sama nahiṃ koū| ehi avasara sahāya soi hoū|| bahubidhi binaya kīnhi tehi kālā| pragaṭeu prabhu kautukī kṛpālā|| prabhu biloki muni nayana juṛāne| hoihi kāju hie~ haraṣāne|| ati ārati kahi kathā sunāī| karahu kṛpā kari hohu sahāī|| āpana rūpa dehu prabhu mohī| āna bhā~ti nahiṃ pāvauṃ ohī|| jehi bidhi nātha hoi hita morā| karahu so begi dāsa maiṃ torā|| nija māyā bala dekhi bisālā| hiya~ ha~si bole dīnadayālā|| dohā/soraṭhā jehi bidhi hoihi parama hita nārada sunahu tumhāra| soi hama karaba na āna kachu bacana na mṛṣā hamāra||132||

    Meaning

    'I shall beg beauty of Hari — though going there, brother, will cost much delay. There is none who wishes my good as Hari does; let him be my helper at this hour.' He prayed then in many ways, and the gracious Lord, who is fond of such sport, appeared before him. At the sight of the Lord the sage's eyes were soothed, and he rejoiced within, thinking his work would now be done. In great distress he poured out his tale: 'Show mercy and be my helper. Give me your own form, Lord, for by no other means shall I win her. Master, do quickly whatever will bring me good — I am your servant.' Seeing the vast power of his own maya, the Lord who is merciful to the lowly laughed within himself and said, 'Listen, Narada: whatever will bring about your highest good, that alone shall I do and nothing else; my word is never false.'

  133. Verse 133

    caupāī kupatha māga ruja byākula rogī| baida na dei sunahu muni jogī|| ehi bidhi hita tumhāra maiṃ ṭhayaū| kahi asa aṃtarahita prabhu bhayaū|| māyā bibasa bhae muni mūṛhā| samujhī nahiṃ hari girā nigūṛhā|| gavane turata tahā~ riṣirāī| jahā~ svayaṃbara bhūmi banāī|| nija nija āsana baiṭhe rājā| bahu banāva kari sahita samājā|| muni mana haraṣa rūpa ati moreṃ| mohi taji ānahi bārihi na bhoreṃ|| muni hita kārana kṛpānidhānā| dīnha kurūpa na jāi bakhānā|| so caritra lakhi kāhu~ na pāvā| nārada jāni sabahiṃ sira nāvā|| dohā/soraṭhā rahe tahā~ dui rudra gana te jānahiṃ saba bheu| biprabeṣa dekhata phirahiṃ parama kautukī teu||133||

    Meaning

    'A sick man tormented by his disease begs for the very food that would harm him, but the physician will not give it — hear me, ascetic sage. In just this way have I settled what is truly good for you.' Saying this, the Lord vanished. Overpowered by maya, the sage was left dull of wit and could not grasp the hidden sense of Hari's words. The king of sages went at once to the place where the ground for the bride's choosing had been laid out. The kings were seated each upon his own seat, richly decked out and attended by their retinues. There was gladness in the sage's mind: 'My beauty is beyond compare; she will not pass me over and choose another, not even by oversight.' But it was for the sage's own good that the Store of Mercy had given him an ugliness beyond describing. No one could perceive that secret play; taking him for Narada, all bowed their heads to him. Two attendants of Rudra were present there who knew the whole secret, and being great lovers of sport they wandered about in the guise of brahmanas, watching it all.

  134. Verse 134

    caupāī jeṃhi samāja baiṃṭhe muni jāī| hṛdaya~ rūpa ahamiti adhikāī|| taha~ baiṭha mahesa gana doū| biprabeṣa gati lakhai na koū|| karahiṃ kūṭi nāradahi sunāī| nīki dīnhi hari suṃdaratāī|| rījhahi rājakua~ri chabi dekhī| inhahi barihi hari jāni biseṣī|| munihi moha mana hātha parāe~| ha~sahiṃ saṃbhu gana ati sacu pāe~|| jadapi sunahiṃ muni aṭapaṭi bānī| samujhi na parai buddhi bhrama sānī|| kāhu~ na lakhā so carita biseṣā| so sarūpa nṛpakanyā~ dekhā|| markaṭa badana bhayaṃkara dehī| dekhata hṛdaya~ krodha bhā tehī|| dohā/soraṭhā sakhīṃ saṃga lai kua~ri taba cali janu rājamarāla| dekhata phirai mahīpa saba kara saroja jayamāla||134||

    Meaning

    The sage went and took his place in the assembly, his heart swollen with pride in his beauty. There too sat the two attendants of Mahesha in brahmana guise, and no one marked their doings. They aimed their jibes so that Narada would hear: 'Hari has bestowed a fine beauty here — the princess will be charmed at the sight of this face and will surely wed him, taking him for Hari himself.' The sage was besotted, his mind no longer in his own hands, and Shambhu's attendants laughed, hugely pleased with themselves. Though he heard their odd, twisted speech, he could make nothing of it, his understanding steeped in delusion. No one else marked that strange play, but the king's daughter saw the form as it truly was — a monkey's face, a body of dreadful shape — and at the sight anger rose in her heart. Then, taking her companions with her, the princess moved like a royal swan, the victory garland held in her lotus-like hand, and went about surveying all the kings.

  135. Verse 135

    caupāī jehi disi baiṭhe nārada phūlī| so disi dehi na bilokī bhūlī|| puni puni muni ukasahiṃ akulāhīṃ| dekhi dasā hara gana musakāhīṃ|| dhari nṛpatanu taha~ gayau kṛpālā| kua~ri haraṣi meleu jayamālā|| dulahini lai ge lacchinivāsā| nṛpasamāja saba bhayau nirāsā|| muni ati bikala moṃha~ mati nāṭhī| mani giri gaī chūṭi janu gā~ṭhī|| taba hara gana bole musukāī| nija mukha mukura bilokahu jāī|| asa kahi dou bhāge bhaya~ bhārī| badana dīkha muni bāri nihārī|| beṣu biloki krodha ati bāṛhā| tinhahi sarāpa dīnha ati gāṛhā|| dohā/soraṭhā hohu nisācara jāi tumha kapaṭī pāpī dou| ha~sehu hamahi so lehu phala bahuri ha~sehu muni kou||135||

    Meaning

    In the direction where Narada sat puffed up with pride she would not so much as glance, even by mistake. Again and again the sage strained upward and fidgeted in his agitation, and Hara's attendants smiled to see his plight. Then the Merciful One, taking on the body of a king, came there, and the princess joyfully placed the garland upon him. The Abode of Lakshmi carried the bride away, and the whole assembly of kings was left disappointed. The sage was utterly distracted, his wits scattered by delusion, as though a jewel had slipped from its knot and fallen. Then Hara's attendants said with a smile, 'Go and look at your own face in a mirror.' Having said it, the two fled in great fear; and the sage looked upon his face by gazing into water. Seeing the guise he wore, his anger swelled beyond all measure, and he laid on them a very heavy curse: 'Go, you two deceitful sinners, and become demons of the night. You laughed at me — take now the fruit of it; then go and laugh at some sage again.'

  136. Verse 136

    caupāī puni jala dīkha rūpa nija pāvā| tadapi hṛdaya~ saṃtoṣa na āvā|| pharakata adhara kopa mana māhīṃ| sapadī cale kamalāpati pāhīṃ|| dehau~ śrāpa ki marihau~ jāī| jagata mora upahāsa karāī|| bīcahiṃ paṃtha mile danujārī| saṃga ramā soi rājakumārī|| bole madhura bacana surasāīṃ| muni kaha~ cale bikala kī nāīṃ|| sunata bacana upajā ati krodhā| māyā basa na rahā mana bodhā|| para saṃpadā sakahu nahiṃ dekhī| tumhareṃ iriṣā kapaṭa biseṣī|| mathata siṃdhu rudrahi baurāyahu| suranha prerī biṣa pāna karāyahu|| dohā/soraṭhā asura surā biṣa saṃkarahi āpu ramā mani cāru| svāratha sādhaka kuṭila tumha sadā kapaṭa byavahāru||136||

    Meaning

    Then he looked into the water and found his own form restored to him, yet even so no contentment came into his heart. His lips quivering and wrath in his mind, he set off at once towards the Lord of Lakshmi. 'I will lay a curse on him, or else go and die — he has made me a laughing-stock before the world.' On the road itself the Foe of the demons met him, with Lakshmi at his side and that same princess as well. The Lord of the gods spoke sweetly: 'Sage, where are you going, and why do you seem so distressed?' At those words a great rage rose up in him; under the sway of maya no discernment was left in his mind. 'You cannot bear to see another's good fortune; envy and deceit run strong in you. When the ocean was churned you drove Rudra out of his senses, and you urged the gods on until he was made to drink the poison. To the demons you gave the wine and to Shankara the poison, while you kept Lakshmi and the lovely jewel for yourself. You are crooked, a server of your own ends, and your dealings are false through and through.'

  137. Verse 137

    caupāī parama svataṃtra na sira para koī| bhāvai manahi karahu tumha soī|| bhalehi maṃda maṃdehi bhala karahū| bisamaya haraṣa na hiya~ kachu dharahū|| ḍahaki ḍahaki paricehu saba kāhū| ati asaṃka mana sadā uchāhū|| karama subhāsubha tumhahi na bādhā| aba lagi tumhahi na kāhū~ sādhā|| bhale bhavana aba bāyana dīnhā| pāvahuge phala āpana kīnhā|| baṃcehu mohi javani dhari dehā| soi tanu dharahu śrāpa mama ehā|| kapi ākṛti tumha kīnhi hamārī| karihahiṃ kīsa sahāya tumhārī|| mama apakāra kīnhī tumha bhārī| nārī biraha~ tumha hoba dukhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā śrāpa sīsa dharī haraṣi hiya~ prabhu bahu binatī kīnhi| nija māyā kai prabalatā karaṣi kṛpānidhi līnhi||137||

    Meaning

    'You are utterly your own master, with none set above you, and you do whatever your fancy pleases. You make the good bad and the bad good, and you hold neither dismay nor delight in your heart. By cheating one and all you have grown practised at it, wholly unafraid in mind and forever in high spirits. Neither good deeds nor evil ones bind you, and until now no one has brought you to book. This time you have sent your gift to the right house — you shall have the fruit of your own doing. Whatever body you wore to cheat me, that very body you shall wear: this is my curse. You made my face that of a monkey; monkeys, then, shall be your helpers. You have done me grievous injury, and you shall be made wretched by separation from your wife.' The Lord took the curse upon his head with gladness in his heart and entreated the sage at length; then the Ocean of Grace drew back the force of his own maya.

  138. Verse 138

    caupāī jaba hari māyā dūri nivārī| nahiṃ taha~ ramā na rājakumārī|| taba muni ati sabhīta hari caranā| gahe pāhi pranatārati haranā|| mṛṣā hou mama śrāpa kṛpālā| mama icchā kaha dīnadayālā|| maiṃ durbacana kahe bahutere| kaha muni pāpa miṭihiṃ kimi mere|| japahu jāi saṃkara sata nāmā| hoihi hṛdaya~ turaṃta biśrāmā|| kou nahiṃ siva samāna priya moreṃ| asi paratīti tajahu jani bhoreṃ|| jehi para kṛpā na karahiṃ purārī| so na pāva muni bhagati hamārī|| asa ura dhari mahi bicarahu jāī| aba na tumhahi māyā niarāī|| dohā/soraṭhā bahubidhi munihi prabodhi prabhu taba bhae aṃtaradhāna|| satyaloka nārada cale karata rāma guna gāna||138||

    Meaning

    When Hari drew his maya away, neither Lakshmi was there nor the princess. Then the sage, sorely afraid, clasped Hari's feet: 'Protect me, remover of the sorrows of those who bow before you. Let my curse come to nothing, gracious one!' The Compassionate to the humble answered, 'It is my own wish.' 'I have spoken many evil words,' said the sage; 'how are my sins to be wiped away?' 'Go and repeat the hundred names of Shankara, and your heart will find rest at once. There is none so dear to me as Shiva; never let go of that conviction, not even by oversight. The man to whom Purari shows no grace, sage, does not obtain devotion to me. Hold this in your heart and go, wander the earth; maya will not come near you now.' Having enlightened the sage in many ways, the Lord then vanished, and Narada set off for Satyaloka, singing Rama's virtues as he went.

  139. Verse 139

    caupāī hara gana munihi jāta patha dekhī| bigatamoha mana haraṣa biseṣī|| ati sabhīta nārada pahiṃ āe| gahi pada ārata bacana sunāe|| hara gana hama na bipra munirāyā| baṛa aparādha kīnha phala pāyā|| śrāpa anugraha karahu kṛpālā| bole nārada dīnadayālā|| nisicara jāi hohu tumha doū| baibhava bipula teja bala hoū|| bhujabala bisva jitaba tumha jahiā| dharihahiṃ biṣnu manuja tanu tahiā| samara marana hari hātha tumhārā| hoihahu mukuta na puni saṃsārā|| cale jugala muni pada sira nāī| bhae nisācara kālahi pāī|| dohā/soraṭhā eka kalapa ehi hetu prabhu līnha manuja avatāra| sura raṃjana sajjana sukhada hari bhaṃjana bhubi bhāra||139||

    Meaning

    Shiva's attendants saw the sage going along the road, his delusion gone and his heart especially glad. Greatly afraid, they came before Narada, clasped his feet and spoke words of distress: 'O king of sages, we are Hara's attendants and no brahmins at all; we committed a grave offence and have reaped its fruit. Turn the curse into a favour, merciful one.' Then Narada, compassionate towards the wretched, said: 'Go, and let the two of you become night-rangers; may vast wealth, splendour and strength be yours. At the time when you have conquered the world by the might of your arms, then will Vishnu take on a human body. Your death in battle will come at Hari's own hands, and you will be set free and not come back to the world again.' Both bowed their heads at the sage's feet and went their way, and when the time came they were born as demons. It was for this cause that in one kalpa the Lord took birth as a man - Hari, who delights the gods, gives joy to the good, and lifts the burden of the earth.

  140. Verse 140

    caupāī ehi bidhi janama karama hari kere| suṃdara sukhada bicitra ghanere|| kalapa kalapa prati prabhu avatarahīṃ| cāru carita nānābidhi karahīṃ|| taba taba kathā munīsanha gāī| parama punīta prabaṃdha banāī|| bibidha prasaṃga anūpa bakhāne| karahiṃ na suni ācaraju sayāne|| hari anaṃta harikathā anaṃtā| kahahiṃ sunahiṃ bahubidhi saba saṃtā|| rāmacaṃdra ke carita suhāe| kalapa koṭi lagi jāhiṃ na gāe|| yaha prasaṃga maiṃ kahā bhavānī| harimāyā~ mohahiṃ muni gyānī|| prabhu kautukī pranata hitakārī||sevata sulabha sakala dukha hārī|| dohā/soraṭhā sura nara muni kou nāhiṃ jehi na moha māyā prabala|| asa bicāri mana māhiṃ bhajia mahāmāyā patihi||140||

    Meaning

    In this way Hari's births and deeds are many, beautiful, joy-giving and wondrous. In every kalpa the Lord comes down and performs lovely acts of many kinds, and each time the great sages have sung the tale, shaping works of the utmost holiness. They have set forth episodes of every sort, past compare; the wise, hearing them, feel no astonishment. Hari is without end, and without end is the story of Hari; all the saints tell it and hear it in countless ways. The charming deeds of Ramachandra could not be sung through even in ten million kalpas. I have told this account, Bhavani, because by Hari's maya even sages who possess knowledge are bewildered. The Lord is full of playful wonder, a benefactor to those who bow before him, easily won by service, the remover of every sorrow. Among gods, men and sages there is none whom that mighty delusion does not overcome; weighing this in the mind, one should worship the Lord of Mahamaya himself.

  141. Verse 141

    caupāī apara hetu sunu sailakumārī| kahau~ bicitra kathā bistārī|| jehi kārana aja aguna arūpā| brahma bhayau kosalapura bhūpā|| jo prabhu bipina phirata tumha dekhā| baṃdhu sameta dhareṃ munibeṣā|| jāsu carita avaloki bhavānī| satī sarīra rahihu baurānī|| ajahu~ na chāyā miṭati tumhārī| tāsu carita sunu bhrama ruja hārī|| līlā kīnhi jo tehiṃ avatārā| so saba kahihau~ mati anusārā|| bharadvāja suni saṃkara bānī| sakuci saprema umā musakānī|| lage bahuri barane bṛṣaketū| so avatāra bhayau jehi hetū|| dohā/soraṭhā so maiṃ tumha sana kahau~ sabu sunu munīsa mana lāī|| rāma kathā kali mala harani maṃgala karani suhāi||141||

    Meaning

    'Hear another reason, daughter of the mountain, and I shall unfold that wondrous tale at length - the reason for which the unborn, attributeless, formless Brahman became the king of Kosala's city. He is the very Lord you saw roaming the forest with his brother, both in hermit's garb; the Lord whose doings, Bhavani, you looked upon when, in the body of Sati, you were left distracted. Even now that shadow has not passed from you; so hear his acts, which cure the sickness of delusion. All the sport he played in that descent I shall tell as far as my understanding reaches.' O Bharadvaja, when Uma heard Shankara's words she smiled, abashed and full of love, and the bull-bannered god began once more to relate the cause for which that incarnation came about. All of that I now tell you: listen with your mind fixed upon it, lord of sages. Rama's story takes away the filth of the Kali age, works auspiciousness, and is lovely to hear.

  142. Verse 142

    caupāī svāyaṃbhū manu aru satarūpā| jinha teṃ bhai narasṛṣṭi anūpā|| daṃpati dharama ācarana nīkā| ajahu~ gāva śruti jinha kai līkā|| nṛpa uttānapāda suta tāsū| dhruva hari bhagata bhayau suta jāsū|| laghu suta nāma priyrabrata tāhī| beda purāna prasaṃsahi jāhī|| devahūti puni tāsu kumārī| jo muni kardama kai priya nārī|| ādideva prabhu dīnadayālā| jaṭhara dhareu jehiṃ kapila kṛpālā|| sāṃkhya sāstra jinha pragaṭa bakhānā| tatva bicāra nipuna bhagavānā|| tehiṃ manu rāja kīnha bahu kālā| prabhu āyasu saba bidhi pratipālā|| dohā/soraṭhā hoi na biṣaya birāga bhavana basata bhā cauthapana| hṛdaya~ bahuta dukha lāga janama gayau haribhagati binu||142||

    Meaning

    Svayambhuva Manu and Satarupa were the pair from whom sprang the matchless race of men. So excellent was this couple's practice of dharma that the Vedas sing to this day of the line they laid down. King Uttanapada was their son, and his son was Dhruva, that devotee of Hari; their younger son bore the name Priyavrata, whom the Vedas and the Puranas praise. Devahuti too was their daughter, the beloved wife of the sage Kardama, and she carried in her womb the primal Lord, gracious to the lowly, the merciful Kapila, who set forth the Sankhya scripture openly, the divine one skilled in the discernment of truth. That Manu ruled for a long age, upholding the Lord's command in every way. Yet dwelling in his house, no distaste for the objects of sense came upon him, and the fourth stage of life arrived; then great sorrow took hold of his heart, that his birth had gone by without devotion to Hari.

  143. Verse 143

    caupāī barabasa rāja sutahi taba dīnhā| nāri sameta gavana bana kīnhā|| tīratha bara naimiṣa bikhyātā| ati punīta sādhaka sidhi dātā|| basahiṃ tahā~ muni siddha samājā| taha~ hiya~ haraṣi caleu manu rājā|| paṃtha jāta sohahiṃ matidhīrā| gyāna bhagati janu dhareṃ sarīrā|| pahu~ce jāi dhenumati tīrā| haraṣi nahāne niramala nīrā|| āe milana siddha muni gyānī| dharama dhuraṃdhara nṛpariṣi jānī|| jaha~ ja~ha tīratha rahe suhāe| muninha sakala sādara karavāe|| kṛsa sarīra munipaṭa paridhānā| sata samāja nita sunahiṃ purānā | dohā/soraṭhā dvādasa acchara maṃtra puni japahiṃ sahita anurāga| bāsudeva pada paṃkaruha daṃpati mana ati lāga||143||

    Meaning

    Then he pressed the kingdom upon his son, whether the son would have it or not, and went away to the forest with his wife. Naimisha is the best and most renowned of holy places, exceedingly pure, granting fulfilment to those who strive; there companies of sages and perfected ones dwell, and thither King Manu set out with a glad heart. Going along the road, the steadfast pair shone as though Knowledge and Devotion had taken bodies. They reached the bank of the Dhenumati and bathed with delight in its clear water. Perfected ones and sages of wisdom came to meet them, knowing him for a royal seer, a foremost upholder of dharma, and wherever there were beautiful places of pilgrimage the sages reverently had them visit every one. Their bodies grew lean; they wore the garments of hermits and daily heard the Puranas in the company of the good. They repeated the twelve-syllable mantra with love, and the hearts of the two clung fast to the lotus feet of Vasudeva.

  144. Verse 144

    caupāī karahiṃ ahāra sāka phala kaṃdā| sumirahiṃ brahma saccidānaṃdā|| puni hari hetu karana tapa lāge| bāri adhāra mūla phala tyāge|| ura abhilāṣa niṃraṃtara hoī| dekhaa nayana parama prabhu soī|| aguna akhaṃḍa anaṃta anādī| jehi ciṃtahiṃ paramārathabādī|| neti neti jehi beda nirūpā| nijānaṃda nirupādhi anūpā|| saṃbhu biraṃci biṣnu bhagavānā| upajahiṃ jāsu aṃsa teṃ nānā|| aiseu prabhu sevaka basa ahaī| bhagata hetu līlātanu gahaī|| jauṃ yaha bacana satya śruti bhāṣā| tau hamāra pūjahi abhilāṣā|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi bidhi bīteṃ baraṣa ṣaṭa sahasa bāri āhāra| saṃbata sapta sahastra puni rahe samīra adhāra||144||

    Meaning

    They lived on herbs, fruit and roots, and kept in mind Brahman who is being, consciousness and bliss. Then, for Hari's sake, they took up austerity, giving up even root and fruit and holding to water alone. In their hearts an unbroken longing arose: that they might behold with their own eyes that supreme Lord - without attributes, undivided, endless, without beginning, on whom those who seek the highest truth meditate; whom the Vedas describe by saying 'not this, not this'; blissful in himself, free of every limiting condition, past compare; from whose portions arise many a Shambhu, Brahma and Vishnu. Even such a Lord is subject to his servants and, for his devotees' sake, takes on a body for his play. If this word the Vedas have spoken is true, then let our longing be fulfilled. In this manner six thousand years went by with water for their food; then for seven thousand years more they kept themselves on air alone.

  145. Verse 145

    caupāī baraṣa sahasa dasa tyāgeu soū| ṭhāṛhe rahe eka pada doū|| bidhi hari tapa dekhi apārā| manu samīpa āe bahu bārā|| māgahu bara bahu bhā~ti lobhāe| parama dhīra nahiṃ calahiṃ calāe|| asthimātra hoi rahe sarīrā| tadapi manāga manahiṃ nahiṃ pīrā|| prabhu sarbagya dāsa nija jānī| gati ananya tāpasa nṛpa rānī|| māgu māgu baru bhai nabha bānī| parama gabhīra kṛpāmṛta sānī|| mṛtaka jiāvani girā suhāī| śrabana raṃdhra hoi ura jaba āī|| hraṣṭapuṣṭa tana bhae suhāe| mānahu~ abahiṃ bhavana te āe|| dohā/soraṭhā śravana sudhā sama bacana suni pulaka praphullita gāta| bole manu kari daṃḍavata prema na hṛdaya~ samāta||145||

    Meaning

    For ten thousand years they gave up even that, and both stood upon a single foot. Seeing their measureless austerity, Brahma and Vishnu came near Manu again and again, tempting him in every way to ask a boon; but the two were supremely steadfast and would not be moved for all the urging. Their bodies wasted until only bones remained, yet not the least pain touched their minds. The all-knowing Lord, recognizing the ascetic king and queen as his own servants who had made him their sole resort, sent forth a voice from the sky, profoundly deep and steeped in the nectar of grace: 'Ask, ask a boon.' That lovely speech had power to revive the dead; when it passed through the openings of their ears and reached their hearts, their bodies at once grew glad and full and fair, as though they had come from home that very moment. Hearing words that were nectar to the ear, thrilled and with body blossoming, Manu made full prostration and spoke, the love in his heart more than his heart could hold.

  146. Verse 146

    caupāī sunu sevaka surataru suradhenu| bidhi hari hara baṃdita pada renū|| sevata sulabha sakala sukha dāyaka| pranatapāla sacarācara nāyaka|| jauṃ anātha hita hama para nehū| tau prasanna hoi yaha bara dehū|| jo sarūpa basa siva mana māhīṃ| jehi kārana muni jatana karāhīṃ|| jo bhusuṃḍi mana mānasa haṃsā| saguna aguna jehi nigama prasaṃsā|| dekhahiṃ hama so rūpa bhari locana| kṛpā karahu pranatārati mocana|| daṃpati bacana parama priya lāge| mudula binīta prema rasa pāge|| bhagata bachala prabhu kṛpānidhānā| bisvabāsa pragaṭe bhagavānā|| dohā/soraṭhā nīla saroruha nīla mani nīla nīradhara syāma| lājahiṃ tana sobhā nirakhi koṭi koṭi sata kāma||146||

    Meaning

    'Hear me, Lord: to those who serve you, you are the tree that grants every wish and the cow that yields all desire; Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva bow to the dust of your feet. You are easily won by service, giver of every joy, protector of those who bow low, master of all that moves and all that stands still. If you feel any tenderness towards us who have no other guardian, then be pleased and grant this boon: that form which abides in Shiva's mind, for whose sake the sages toil at their disciplines, the swan that lives upon the lake which is Bhusundi's mind, the form the Vedas extol as both with attributes and without — let us look upon it and fill our eyes. Be gracious, you who loosen the anguish of all who bow to you.' The couple's words, tender, humble and soaked in the sap of love, pleased him beyond measure; and he who cherishes his devotees, the storehouse of compassion, in whom the whole universe has its dwelling, showed himself. He was dark as the blue lotus, as the sapphire, as a rain-laden cloud of deepest blue; and at the sight of his body's loveliness hundreds upon hundreds of millions of love-gods were put to shame.

  147. Verse 147

    caupāī sarada mayaṃka badana chabi sīṃvā| cāru kapola cibuka dara grīvā|| adhara aruna rada suṃdara nāsā| bidhu kara nikara biniṃdaka hāsā|| nava abuṃja aṃbaka chabi nīkī| citavani lalita bhāva~tī jī kī|| bhukuṭi manoja cāpa chabi hārī| tilaka lalāṭa paṭala dutikārī|| kuṃḍala makara mukuṭa sira bhrājā| kuṭila kesa janu madhupa samājā|| ura śrībatsa rucira banamālā| padika hāra bhūṣana manijālā|| kehari kaṃdhara cāru janeu| bāhu bibhūṣana suṃdara teū|| kari kara sari subhaga bhujadaṃḍā| kaṭi niṣaṃga kara sara kodaṃḍā|| dohā/soraṭhā taḍita biniṃdaka pīta paṭa udara rekha bara tīni|| nābhi manohara leti janu jamuna bhava~ra chabi chīni||147||

    Meaning

    His face was the autumn moon, the very boundary of beauty; lovely were his cheeks, his chin and his conch-shaped throat. His lips were ruddy, his teeth and nose beautiful, and his smile put to shame the whole gathering of moonbeams. His eyes had the fine beauty of fresh lotuses, and his graceful glance was dear to the heart. His brows stole away the beauty of Kama's bow, and a tilaka shone on the tablet of his forehead. Crocodile-shaped earrings and a crown blazed upon his head, and his curling locks were like a swarm of bees. On his breast were the Shrivatsa mark and a lovely woodland garland, a jewelled pendant, necklaces and a network of gems. His neck was a lion's, his sacred thread was fair, and beautiful too were the ornaments upon his arms. His arms were long and shapely as an elephant's trunk; a quiver hung at his waist, and arrow and bow were in his hands. His yellow garment shamed the lightning, three fine lines marked his belly, and his enchanting navel seemed to have stolen the beauty of a whirlpool in the Yamuna.

  148. Verse 148

    caupāī pada rājīva barani nahi jāhīṃ| muni mana madhupa basahiṃ jenha māhīṃ|| bāma bhāga sobhati anukūlā| ādisakti chabinidhi jagamūlā|| jāsu aṃsa upajahiṃ gunakhānī| aganita lacchi umā brahmānī|| bhṛkuṭi bilāsa jāsu jaga hoī| rāma bāma disi sītā soī|| chabisamudra hari rūpa bilokī| ekaṭaka rahe nayana paṭa rokī|| citavahiṃ sādara rūpa anūpā| tṛpti na mānahiṃ manu satarūpā|| haraṣa bibasa tana dasā bhulānī| pare daṃḍa iva gahi pada pānī|| sira parase prabhu nija kara kaṃjā| turata uṭhāe karunāpuṃjā|| dohā/soraṭhā bole kṛpānidhāna puni ati prasanna mohi jāni| māgahu bara joi bhāva mana mahādāni anumāni||148||

    Meaning

    His lotus-feet were beyond describing, and within them dwell the bees that are the minds of sages. On his left shone the gracious and favourable primal Shakti, treasury of beauty and root of the world, from a fraction of whom are born countless Lakshmis, Umas and Brahmanis, mines of every virtue, and by the play of whose brows the world comes into being: she it is who stands at Rama's left as Sita. Beholding Hari's form, that sea of beauty, Manu and Satarupa gazed without a blink, holding back the shutters of their eyelids; they looked with reverence upon that matchless beauty and could not be sated. Overcome with joy, forgetting even the state of their bodies, they fell prostrate like a staff and caught his feet in their hands. The Lord touched their heads with his lotus hands, and that mass of compassion raised them up at once. Then the treasury of mercy spoke: 'Knowing me to be greatly pleased, and reckoning me the giver of great gifts, ask whatever boon your mind desires.'

  149. Verse 149

    caupāī suni prabhu bacana jori juga pānī| dhari dhīraju bolī mṛdu bānī|| nātha dekhi pada kamala tumhāre| aba pūre saba kāma hamāre|| eka lālasā baṛi ura māhī| sugama agama kahi jāta so nāhīṃ|| tumhahi deta ati sugama gosāīṃ| agama lāga mohi nija kṛpanāīṃ|| jathā daridra bibudhataru pāī| bahu saṃpati māgata sakucāī|| tāsu prabhā jāna nahiṃ soī| tathā hṛdaya~ mama saṃsaya hoī|| so tumha jānahu aṃtarajāmī| puravahu mora manoratha svāmī|| sakuca bihāi māgu nṛpa mohi| moreṃ nahiṃ adeya kachu tohī|| dohā/soraṭhā dāni siromani kṛpānidhi nātha kahau~ satibhāu|| cāhau~ tumhahi samāna suta prabhu sana kavana durāu||149||

    Meaning

    Hearing the Lord's words, the king joined both palms, gathered his courage and spoke in a gentle voice: 'Master, having seen your lotus-feet, all our desires are now fulfilled. One great longing yet remains in my heart, easy and at the same time unattainable, and it will not be uttered. For you to give it is very easy, O Lord; it seems out of reach to me only through my own poverty of spirit. As a beggar who has found the tree of the gods hesitates to ask for great riches, not knowing its power, so is the doubt in my heart. You know it, for you dwell within all hearts; fulfil my heart's desire, my master.' 'Set hesitation aside and ask of me, O king,' said the Lord; 'there is nothing of mine that I may not give you.' 'Crest-jewel of givers, treasury of compassion, my Lord, I speak in all sincerity: I long for a son like yourself. What can be hidden from the Lord?'

  150. Verse 150

    caupāī dekhi prīti suni bacana amole| evamastu karunānidhi bole|| āpu sarisa khojauṃ kaha~ jāī| nṛpa tava tanaya hoba maiṃ āī|| satarūpahi biloki kara joreṃ| debi māgu baru jo ruci tore|| jo baru nātha catura nṛpa māgā| soi kṛpāla mohi ati priya lāgā|| prabhu paraṃtu suṭhi hoti ḍhiṭhāī| jadapi bhagata hita tumhahi sohāī|| tumha brahmādi janaka jaga svāmī| brahma sakala ura aṃtarajāmī|| asa samujhata mana saṃsaya hoī| kahā jo prabhu pravāna puni soī|| je nija bhagata nātha tava ahahīṃ| jo sukha pāvahiṃ jo gati lahahīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā soi sukha soi gati soi bhagati soi nija carana sanehu|| soi bibeka soi rahani prabhu hamahi kṛpā kari dehu||150||

    Meaning

    Seeing his love and hearing his priceless words, the ocean of compassion said, 'So be it. Where should I go to seek one like myself? O king, I will come and be your son.' Then, looking at Satarupa as she stood with joined palms, he said, 'Ask, Devi, whatever boon pleases you.' She answered, 'Lord, the boon that the clever king asked is the very one, O merciful one, that is dearest to me. And yet, Lord, it is great presumption, though for a devotee's good such a thing pleases you. You are the father of Brahma and the rest, the master of the world, Brahman himself, the indweller of every heart. Thinking of this, doubt rises in my mind; still, whatever the Lord has spoken stands as authority. Whatever happiness your own devotees obtain, whatever state they reach, that same happiness, that same state, that same devotion, that same love for your feet, that same discernment and that same way of living, grant to us also, Lord, in your mercy.'

  151. Verse 151

    caupāī sunu mṛdu gūṛha rucira bara racanā| kṛpāsiṃdhu bole mṛdu bacanā|| jo kachu ruci tumhera mana māhīṃ| maiṃ so dīnha saba saṃsaya nāhīṃ|| mātu bibeka alokika toreṃ| kabahu~ na miṭihi anugraha moreṃ | baṃdi carana manu kaheu bahorī| avara eka binati prabhu morī|| suta biṣaika tava pada rati hoū| mohi baṛa mūṛha kahai kina koū|| mani binu phani jimi jala binu mīnā| mama jīvana timi tumhahi adhīnā|| asa baru māgi carana gahi raheū| evamastu karunānidhi kaheū|| aba tumha mama anusāsana mānī| basahu jāi surapati rajadhānī|| dohā/soraṭhā taha~ kari bhoga bisāla tāta gau~ kachu kāla puni| hoihahu avadha bhuāla taba maiṃ hoba tumhāra suta||151||

    Meaning

    Hear now how the Lord replied. Their petition was tender, deep in sense, lovely and finely framed, and the ocean of mercy answered in gentle words: 'Whatever your heart had a liking for, I have granted it all; let there be no doubt of that. Mother, the discernment that is yours is not of this world, and by my grace it shall never be effaced.' Bowing at his feet, Manu spoke again: 'Lord, one more petition of mine remains. Let my love for your feet abide even within the bond of a son, and let whoever wishes call me a great fool for it. As a serpent is bereft without its gem and a fish without water, so is my life wholly dependent upon you.' Having begged such a boon he clung to those feet, and the treasury of compassion said, 'So be it. Now accept my command and go to dwell in the capital city of the lord of the gods. There enjoy vast delights, dear one, and when some time has passed you shall be king of Ayodhya; and then I shall become your son.'

  152. Verse 152

    caupāī icchāmaya narabeṣa sa~vāreṃ| hoihau~ pragaṭa niketa tumhāre|| aṃsanha sahita deha dhari tātā| karihau~ carita bhagata sukhadātā|| je suni sādara nara baṛabhāgī| bhava tarihahiṃ mamatā mada tyāgī|| ādisakti jehiṃ jaga upajāyā| sou avatarihi mori yaha māyā|| purauba maiṃ abhilāṣa tumhārā| satya satya pana satya hamārā|| puni puni asa kahi kṛpānidhānā| aṃtaradhāna bhae bhagavānā|| daṃpati ura dhari bhagata kṛpālā| tehiṃ āśrama nivase kachu kālā|| samaya pāi tanu taji anayāsā| jāi kīnha amarāvati bāsā|| dohā/soraṭhā yaha itihāsa punīta ati umahi kahī bṛṣaketu| bharadvāja sunu apara puni rāma janama kara hetu||152||

    Meaning

    'Fashioning at my own will the guise of a man, I shall appear in your house. Taking a body together with my portions, dear one, I shall enact deeds that give joy to my devotees; and those blessed men who hear them with reverence shall cross the sea of birth and death, casting off possessiveness and pride. The primal Power by whom this world was brought forth - she too, this Maya of mine, shall come down and be born. I shall fulfil your longing: true, true, and true again is my vow.' Saying this over and over, the Lord, the storehouse of grace, vanished from sight. Holding in their hearts the Lord who is gracious to his devotees, the couple lived on in that hermitage for a time; and when the hour came they laid down their bodies without effort and went to make their home in Amaravati. This most holy history the bull-bannered Shiva related to Uma. Hear now, Bharadwaj, another cause besides this of Rama's birth.

  153. Verse 153

    caupāī sunu muni kathā punīta purānī| jo girijā prati saṃbhu bakhānī|| bisva bidita eka kaikaya desū| satyaketu taha~ basai naresū|| dharama dhuraṃdhara nīti nidhānā| teja pratāpa sīla balavānā|| tehi keṃ bhae jugala suta bīrā| saba guna dhāma mahā ranadhīrā|| rāja dhanī jo jeṭha suta āhī| nāma pratāpabhānu asa tāhī|| apara sutahi arimardana nāmā| bhujabala atula acala saṃgrāmā|| bhāihi bhāihi parama samītī| sakala doṣa chala barajita prītī|| jeṭhe sutahi rāja nṛpa dīnhā| hari hita āpu gavana bana kīnhā|| dohā/soraṭhā jaba pratāparabi bhayau nṛpa phirī dohāī desa| prajā pāla ati bedabidhi katahu~ nahīṃ agha lesa||153||

    Meaning

    Hear, O sage, an ancient and holy tale, the one that Shambhu recounted to Girija. There is a land called Kaikaya, famed throughout the world, and there dwelt a king named Satyaketu - a foremost bearer of dharma's burden, a treasury of statecraft, mighty in energy, in majesty and in good conduct. Two heroic sons were born to him, homes of every virtue and utterly steadfast in battle. The elder, who was master of the kingdom, bore the name Pratapabhanu; the other son was called Arimardana, of matchless strength of arm and immovable in war. Between the two brothers there was the closest concord, a love free of every fault and all guile. The king made over the throne to his elder son and himself went away to the forest for Hari's sake. When Prataparavi, that is Pratapabhanu, became king, his proclamation ran through the land; he cherished his subjects with the utmost care, by the ordinance of the Veda, and nowhere was there so much as a trace of sin.

  154. Verse 154

    caupāī nṛpa hitakāraka saciva sayānā| nāma dharamaruci sukra samānā|| saciva sayāna baṃdhu balabīrā| āpu pratāpapuṃja ranadhīrā|| sena saṃga caturaṃga apārā| amita subhaṭa saba samara jujhārā|| sena biloki rāu haraṣānā| aru bāje gahagahe nisānā|| bijaya hetu kaṭakaī banāī| sudina sādhi nṛpa caleu bajāī|| ja~ha taha~ parīṃ aneka larāīṃ| jīte sakala bhūpa bariāī|| sapta dīpa bhujabala basa kīnhe| lai lai daṃḍa chāṛi nṛpa dīnheṃ|| sakala avani maṃḍala tehi kālā| eka pratāpabhānu mahipālā|| dohā/soraṭhā svabasa bisva kari bāhubala nija pura kīnha prabesu| aratha dharama kāmādi sukha sevai samaya~ naresu||154||

    Meaning

    The king had a shrewd minister who sought his welfare, Dharmaruchi by name, the equal of Shukra. The minister was sagacious, his brother strong and valiant, and the king himself a very mass of majesty, unshaken in battle. With him went a boundless army of all four divisions, warriors past counting, every one of them a hard fighter in the field. Looking upon that host the king rejoiced, and the great war-drums thundered joyfully. He drew up his forces for conquest, and having settled upon a favourable day the king marched out with drums beating. Battles fell out here and there, many of them, and he overcame every king by main force. By the strength of his arm he brought the seven islands under his sway, taking tribute from each ruler and then releasing him. In that age one man alone, Pratapabhanu, was lord of the whole circle of the earth. Having made the world his own by the might of his arms, he entered his own city, and the king took his pleasure in wealth, dharma, desire and the rest, each in its proper season.

  155. Verse 155

    caupāī bhūpa pratāpabhānu bala pāī| kāmadhenu bhai bhūmi suhāī|| saba dukha barajita prajā sukhārī| dharamasīla suṃdara nara nārī|| saciva dharamaruci hari pada prītī| nṛpa hita hetu sikhava nita nītī|| gura sura saṃta pitara mahidevā| karai sadā nṛpa saba kai sevā|| bhūpa dharama je beda bakhāne| sakala karai sādara sukha māne|| dina prati deha bibidha bidhi dānā| sunahu sāstra bara beda purānā|| nānā bāpīṃ kūpa taṛāgā| sumana bāṭikā suṃdara bāgā|| biprabhavana surabhavana suhāe| saba tīrathanha bicitra banāe|| dohā/soraṭhā ja~ha lagi kahe purāna śruti eka eka saba jāga| bāra sahastra sahastra nṛpa kie sahita anurāga||155||

    Meaning

    Having gained the strength of king Pratapabhanu, the fair earth became a very cow of plenty. His subjects were happy and free of every sorrow, the men and women handsome and given to righteousness. The minister Dharmaruchi loved the feet of Hari, and for the king's good he taught him sound policy day after day. Preceptor, gods, saints, ancestors and the gods of the earth, the brahmins - the king served them all without fail. Every duty of a king that the Vedas set forth he discharged reverently and counted a joy. Daily he gave gifts of many kinds and listened to the scriptures, to the noble Vedas and the Puranas. Many step-wells, wells and tanks, flower-plots and lovely groves, fine dwellings for brahmins and beautiful temples for the gods - wondrous ones he raised at every place of pilgrimage. As many sacrifices as the Puranas and the sacred texts have named, each and every one of them the king performed a thousand thousand times, and performed with love.

  156. Verse 156

    caupāī hṛdaya~ na kachu phala anusaṃdhānā| bhūpa bibekī parama sujānā|| karai je dharama karama mana bānī| bāsudeva arpita nṛpa gyānī|| caṛhi bara bāji bāra eka rājā| mṛgayā kara saba sāji samājā|| biṃdhyācala gabhīra bana gayaū| mṛga punīta bahu mārata bhayaū|| phirata bipina nṛpa dīkha barāhū| janu bana dureu sasihi grasi rāhū|| baṛa bidhu nahi samāta mukha māhīṃ| manahu~ krodhabasa ugilata nāhīṃ|| kola karāla dasana chabi gāī| tanu bisāla pīvara adhikāī|| ghurughurāta haya ārau pāe~| cakita bilokata kāna uṭhāe~|| dohā/soraṭhā nīla mahīdhara sikhara sama dekhi bisāla barāhu| capari caleu haya suṭuki nṛpa hā~ki na hoi nibāhu||156||

    Meaning

    Yet in his heart there was no calculation of reward at all; the king was discerning and supremely wise, and whatever act of dharma he performed in thought or in word, that enlightened king made over to Vasudeva. Once he mounted a fine horse and, with the whole apparatus of the chase made ready, went into the deep forest of the Vindhya range, killing many deer of the pure kind as he went. Ranging the wood, the king caught sight of a boar - as though Rahu had swallowed the moon and hidden himself in the forest, the moon so large it would not fit within his mouth, and he, as if in a rage, refusing to disgorge it. So has the beauty of the fearsome boar's tusks been sung; its body was huge and exceedingly gross. Grunting, it caught the sound of the horse and looked about it startled, with its ears pricked up. Seeing the boar vast as the peak of a dark blue mountain, the king spurred his horse and dashed forward; the beast sprang away and slipped off, for once the king gave chase there would be no holding its ground.

  157. Verse 157

    caupāī āvata dekhi adhika rava bājī| caleu barāha maruta gati bhājī|| turata kīnha nṛpa sara saṃdhānā| mahi mili gayau bilokata bānā|| taki taki tīra mahīsa calāvā| kari chala suara sarīra bacāvā|| pragaṭata durata jāi mṛga bhāgā| risa basa bhūpa caleu saṃga lāgā|| gayau dūri ghana gahana barāhū| jaha~ nāhina gaja bāji nibāhū|| ati akela bana bipula kalesū| tadapi na mṛga maga tajai naresū|| kola biloki bhūpa baṛa dhīrā| bhāgi paiṭha giriguhā~ gabhīrā|| agama dekhi nṛpa ati pachitāī| phireu mahābana pareu bhulāī|| dohā/soraṭhā kheda khinna chuddhita tṛṣita rājā bāji sameta| khojata byākula sarita sara jala binu bhayau aceta||157||

    Meaning

    Seeing the king bear down on it amid the loud din of horses, the boar fled with the speed of the wind. At once the king fitted an arrow to the string, and the moment it saw the shaft the boar dropped flat and hugged the ground. Again and again the lord of earth took aim and loosed his arrows, and each time the creature saved its body by some trick. Now showing itself, now vanishing, the beast ran on, and the king, mastered by anger, kept close at its heels. The boar went far off into a dense thicket where neither elephant nor horse could hold out. He was utterly alone, and the forest brought hardship on every side, yet the king would not leave the animal's trail. Seeing him so unshakeable, the boar fled and slipped into a deep cave in the hills. Finding the place impossible to enter, the king was filled with regret; he turned back, and lost his way in that vast forest. Spent with exhaustion, hungry and thirsty, the king and his horse searched frantically for a river or a pool, and for want of water he fell senseless.

  158. Verse 158

    caupāī phirata bipina āśrama eka dekhā| taha~ basa nṛpati kapaṭa munibeṣā|| jāsu desa nṛpa līnha chaṛāī| samara sena taji gayau parāī|| samaya pratāpabhānu kara jānī| āpana ati asamaya anumānī|| gayau na gṛha mana bahuta galānī| milā na rājahi nṛpa abhimānī|| risa ura māri raṃka jimi rājā| bipina basai tāpasa keṃ sājā|| tāsu samīpa gavana nṛpa kīnhā| yaha pratāparabi tehi taba cīnhā|| rāu tṛṣita nahi so pahicānā| dekhi subeṣa mahāmuni jānā|| utari turaga teṃ kīnha pranāmā| parama catura na kaheu nija nāmā|| dohā/soraṭhā bhūpati tṛṣita biloki tehiṃ sarabaru dīnha dekhāi| majjana pāna sameta haya kīnha nṛpati haraṣāi||158||

    Meaning

    Wandering in the forest he came upon a hermitage, where a king was living in the false garb of a sage — the very king whose realm Pratapbhanu had wrested from him, who had abandoned his army in battle and fled. Judging that the hour belonged to Pratapbhanu and that his own time was utterly against him, he had not gone home; his mind was heavy with mortification, and, being proud, he never went to meet that king. Crushing down the anger in his breast, he lived in the woods like a pauper in the trappings of an ascetic. It was to him that Pratapbhanu now came, and at that moment he knew him for Pratapbhanu. The thirsty king did not know him; seeing the fine garb, he took him for a great sage. Dismounting from his horse he made obeisance, and being extremely shrewd he did not tell his own name. Seeing the king parched with thirst, the hermit showed him a lake; and the king, with his horse, bathed and drank there and was gladdened.

  159. Verse 159

    caupāī gai śrama sakala sukhī nṛpa bhayaū| nija āśrama tāpasa lai gayaū|| āsana dīnha asta rabi jānī| puni tāpasa boleu mṛdu bānī|| ko tumha kasa bana phirahu akeleṃ| suṃdara jubā jīva paraheleṃ|| cakrabarti ke lacchana toreṃ| dekhata dayā lāgi ati moreṃ|| nāma pratāpabhānu avanīsā| tāsu saciva maiṃ sunahu munīsā|| phirata ahereṃ pareu~ bhulāī| baḍe bhāga dekhau~ pada āī|| hama kaha~ durlabha darasa tumhārā| jānata hauṃ kachu bhala honihārā|| kaha muni tāta bhayau a~dhiyārā| jojana sattari nagaru tumhārā|| dohā/soraṭhā nisā ghora gambhīra bana paṃtha na sunahu sujāna| basahu āju asa jāni tumha jāehu hota bihāna||159(ka)|| tulasī jasi bhavatabyatā taisī milai sahāi| āpunu āvai tāhi pahiṃ tāhi tahā~ lai jāi||159(kha)||

    Meaning

    All his weariness gone, the king was refreshed, and the ascetic took him to his own hermitage. Seeing that the sun had set he offered him a seat, and then spoke in gentle words: 'Who are you, and why do you roam the forest alone, a handsome young man so careless of his life? You bear the marks of a universal emperor, and looking at you I am filled with pity.' The king answered, 'Hear me, lord of sages: there is a king of the earth named Pratapbhanu, and I am his minister. Roaming after game I lost my way, and by great good fortune I have come and beheld your feet. The sight of you is hard for such as me to win; I know that some good is about to befall me.' Said the sage, 'Son, darkness has come on, and your city is seventy yojanas away. The night is fearful, the forest deep, and there is no path — hear me, wise one. Knowing this, stay here today and go when morning breaks.' Tulsidas says: such help comes to a man as his destiny appoints; either it comes to him of itself, or it carries him to the place.

  160. Verse 160

    caupāī bhalehiṃ nātha āyasu dhari sīsā| bā~dhi turaga taru baiṭha mahīsā|| nṛpa bahu bhā~tī prasaṃseu tāhī| carana baṃdī nija bhāgya sarāhī|| puni bole mṛdu girā suhāī| jāni pitā prabhu karau~ ḍhiṭhāī|| mohi munīsa suta sevaka jānī| nātha nāma nija kahahu bakhānī|| tehi na jāna nṛpa nṛpahi so jānā| bhūpa suhrada so kapaṭa sayānā|| bairī puni chatrī puni rājā| chala bala kīnha cahai nija kājā|| samujhi rājasukha dukhita arātī| avā~ anala iva sulagai chātī|| sarala bacana nṛpa ke suni kānā| bayara sa~bhāri hṛdaya~ haraṣānā|| dohā/soraṭhā kapaṭa bori bānī mṛdula boleu juguti sameta| nāma hamāra bhikhāri aba nirdhana rahita niketi||160||

    Meaning

    'Very well, my lord' — taking the command upon his head, the king tied his horse to a tree and sat down. He praised the hermit in many ways, bowed at his feet and blessed his own good fortune. Then he spoke in a soft and pleasing voice: 'Taking you for a father, master, I make bold to ask this: knowing me, lord of sages, for your son and servant, tell me your own name in full.' The king did not know him, but he knew the king; the king was open-hearted, while the other was cunning in deceit. He was an enemy, a Kshatriya besides and a king, and he meant to gain his own end by guile or by force. Thinking on royal pleasure, the foe was stung with pain, and his breast smouldered like the fire in a kiln. Hearing the king's guileless words with his own ears, he called his old enmity to mind and rejoiced within. Then, steeping his soft speech in deceit, he answered with contrivance: 'My name is Bhikhari, the beggar — a man now without wealth and without a home.'

  161. Verse 161

    caupāī kaha nṛpa je bigyāna nidhānā| tumha sārikhe galita abhimānā|| sadā rahahi apanapau durāe~| saba bidhi kusala kubeṣa banāe~|| tehi teṃ kahahi saṃta śruti ṭereṃ| parama akiṃcana priya hari kereṃ|| tumha sama adhana bhikhāri agehā| hota biraṃci sivahi saṃdehā|| josi sosi tava carana namāmī| mo para kṛpā karia aba svāmī|| sahaja prīti bhūpati kai dekhī| āpu biṣaya bisvāsa biseṣī|| saba prakāra rājahi apanāī| boleu adhika saneha janāī|| sunu satibhāu kahau~ mahipālā| ihā~ basata bīte bahu kālā|| dohā/soraṭhā aba lagi mohi na mileu kou maiṃ na janāvau~ kāhu| lokamānyatā anala sama kara tapa kānana dāhu||161(ka)|| tulasī dekhi subeṣu bhūlahiṃ mūṛha na catura nara| suṃdara kekihi pekhu bacana sudhā sama asana ahi||161(kha)||

    Meaning

    The king said, 'Those who are treasuries of true knowledge, men like you whose pride has quite melted away, always keep themselves concealed; skilled in every way, they put on a mean disguise. That is why saints and the Vedas cry aloud that one who owns nothing at all is dear to Hari. Looking on one as penniless, beggarly and homeless as yourself, even Brahma and Shiva would be left in doubt. Whoever you may be, I bow at your feet; be gracious to me now, master.' Seeing the king's spontaneous affection and his particular trust in him, the hermit made him wholly his own and spoke with a great show of tenderness: 'Hear me, ruler of the earth, I speak in all sincerity — a long time has passed while I have dwelt here. Nobody has met me till now, and I disclose myself to none: public esteem works like a flame, and it reduces the woodland of austerity to ash.' Tulsidas says: a handsome garb misleads the clever as readily as the foolish — consider the beautiful peacock, whose call is sweet as nectar, yet whose food is snakes.

  162. Verse 162

    caupāī tāteṃ guputa rahau~ jaga māhīṃ| hari taji kimapi prayojana nāhīṃ|| prabhu jānata saba binahiṃ janāe~| kahahu kavani sidhi loka rijhāe~|| tumha suci sumati parama priya moreṃ| prīti pratīti mohi para toreṃ|| aba jauṃ tāta durāvau~ tohī| dāruna doṣa ghaṭai ati mohī|| jimi jimi tāpasu kathai udāsā| timi timi nṛpahi upaja bisvāsā|| dekhā svabasa karma mana bānī| taba bolā tāpasa bagadhyānī|| nāma hamāra ekatanu bhāī| suni nṛpa bole puni siru nāī|| kahahu nāma kara aratha bakhānī| mohi sevaka ati āpana jānī|| dohā/soraṭhā ādisṛṣṭi upajī jabahiṃ taba utapati bhai mori| nāma ekatanu hetu tehi deha na dharī bahori||162||

    Meaning

    The ascetic went on: 'That is why I stay hidden in the world; apart from Hari I have no purpose with anything. The Lord knows everything without being told, so tell me, what is gained by pleasing the world? But you are pure and right-minded and exceedingly dear to me, and you have love and trust towards me; if now, my son, I were to conceal myself from you, a grievous fault would fall upon me.' The more the ascetic spoke of his own detachment, the more faith sprang up in the king. When he saw that the king was wholly won over in act, mind and word, that heron-like feigner of meditation said, 'My name, brother, is Ektanu.' Hearing it the king bowed his head and spoke again: 'Explain to me the meaning of the name, taking me for your very own servant.' He answered, 'When the first creation came into being, then I was born; and because I have never taken a body again, my name is Ektanu, the one-bodied.'

  163. Verse 163

    caupāī jani ācaruja karahu mana māhīṃ| suta tapa teṃ durlabha kachu nāhīṃ|| tapabala teṃ jaga sṛjai bidhātā| tapabala biṣnu bhae paritrātā|| tapabala saṃbhu karahiṃ saṃghārā| tapa teṃ agama na kachu saṃsārā|| bhayau nṛpahi suni ati anurāgā| kathā purātana kahai so lāgā|| karama dharama itihāsa anekā| karai nirūpana birati bibekā|| udabhava pālana pralaya kahānī| kahesi amita ācaraja bakhānī|| suni mahipa tāpasa basa bhayaū| āpana nāma kahata taba layaū|| kaha tāpasa nṛpa jānau~ tohī| kīnhehu kapaṭa lāga bhala mohī|| dohā/soraṭhā sunu mahīsa asi nīti jaha~ taha~ nāma na kahahiṃ nṛpa| mohi tohi para ati prīti soi caturatā bicāri tava||163||

    Meaning

    'Do not marvel in your mind, my son — nothing is beyond the reach of austerity. By the strength of penance the Creator fashions the world; by the strength of penance Vishnu became its preserver; by the strength of penance Shambhu carries out the destruction. Nothing in this world is unattainable to austerity.' Hearing this, great love welled up in the king, and the ascetic began to tell over ancient tales — many a history of works and of duty — expounding dispassion and discernment, and he related the story of creation, preservation and dissolution, describing countless wonders. Listening, the lord of earth fell wholly under the ascetic's sway, and was just beginning to speak his own name when the ascetic said, 'King, I know who you are. You practised a deception, and it pleased me well. Listen, lord of earth: such is the rule of statecraft, that kings do not declare their names here and there. Weighing that shrewdness of yours, I hold you very dear.'

  164. Verse 164

    caupāī nāma tumhāra pratāpa dinesā| satyaketu tava pitā naresā|| gura prasāda saba jānia rājā| kahia na āpana jāni akājā|| dekhi tāta tava sahaja sudhāī| prīti pratīti nīti nipunāī|| upaji pari mamatā mana moreṃ| kahau~ kathā nija pūche toreṃ|| aba prasanna maiṃ saṃsaya nāhīṃ| māgu jo bhūpa bhāva mana māhīṃ|| suni subacana bhūpati haraṣānā| gahi pada binaya kīnhi bidhi nānā|| kṛpāsiṃdhu muni darasana toreṃ| cāri padāratha karatala moreṃ|| prabhuhi tathāpi prasanna bilokī| māgi agama bara hou~ asokī|| dohā/soraṭhā jarā marana dukha rahita tanu samara jitai jani kou| ekachatra ripuhīna mahi rāja kalapa sata hou||164||

    Meaning

    'Your name is Pratapbhanu, and your father was King Satyaketu. All this is known by my teacher's grace, O king; but a man should not speak out what he knows, aware that it works harm. Seeing your natural sincerity, dear son, your love and trust and your skill in right conduct, tenderness has sprung up in my heart, and so at your own asking I told you my story. Now I am pleased with you, and there is no doubt of it: ask, king, whatever your heart desires.' Hearing these gracious words the king rejoiced, and clasping his feet he entreated him in every manner: 'Sage, ocean of mercy, through beholding you the four great aims of life are already within my reach. Yet since I behold my lord pleased, let me beg an unattainable boon and be rid of sorrow: let my body be free of old age, of death and of pain; let no one conquer me in battle; and let my rule over the earth be sole and unrivalled, without an enemy, for a hundred kalpas.'

  165. Verse 165

    caupāī kaha tāpasa nṛpa aisei hoū| kārana eka kaṭhina sunu soū|| kālau tua pada nāihi sīsā| eka biprakula chāṛi mahīsā|| tapabala bipra sadā bariārā| tinha ke kopa na kou rakhavārā|| jauṃ bipranha saba karahu naresā| tau tua basa bidhi biṣnu mahesā|| cala na brahmakula sana bariāī| satya kahau~ dou bhujā uṭhāī|| bipra śrāpa binu sunu mahipālā| tora nāsa nahi kavanehu~ kālā|| haraṣeu rāu bacana suni tāsū| nātha na hoi mora aba nāsū|| tava prasāda prabhu kṛpānidhānā| mo kahu~ sarba kāla kalyānā|| dohā/soraṭhā evamastu kahi kapaṭamuni bolā kuṭila bahori| milaba hamāra bhulāba nija kahahu ta hamahi na khori||165||

    Meaning

    The ascetic said, 'King, so let it be — but hear one hard condition. Even Death will bow his head at your feet; only the brahmin line is excepted, O lord of earth. By the strength of their austerity brahmins are always mighty, and against their anger there is no guardian anywhere. If you win over all the brahmins, ruler of men, then Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesha are in your power. Force does not prevail against the race of Brahma — I speak the truth with both arms raised. Except by a brahmin's curse, hear me, protector of the earth, your destruction cannot come at any time whatever.' Hearing his words the king rejoiced: 'Lord, then there is no ruin for me now. By your grace, master, treasury of compassion, every hour is auspicious for me.' Saying 'So be it', the false sage, crooked at heart, then spoke again: 'This meeting of ours — put it out of your mind; if you speak of it, no blame shall lie on me.'

  166. Verse 166

    caupāī tāteṃ mai tohi barajau~ rājā| kaheṃ kathā tava parama akājā|| chaṭheṃ śravana yaha parata kahānī| nāsa tumhāra satya mama bānī|| yaha pragaṭeṃ athavā dvijaśrāpā| nāsa tora sunu bhānupratāpā|| āna upāya~ nidhana tava nāhīṃ| jauṃ hari hara kopahiṃ mana māhīṃ|| satya nātha pada gahi nṛpa bhāṣā| dvija gura kopa kahahu ko rākhā|| rākhai gura jauṃ kopa bidhātā| gura birodha nahiṃ kou jaga trātā|| jauṃ na calaba hama kahe tumhāreṃ| hou nāsa nahiṃ soca hamāreṃ|| ekahiṃ ḍara ḍarapata mana morā| prabhu mahideva śrāpa ati ghorā|| dohā/soraṭhā hohiṃ bipra basa kavana bidhi kahahu kṛpā kari sou| tumha taji dīnadayāla nija hitū na dekhau~ kou~||166||

    Meaning

    'That is why I forbid you, king: telling this tale is your utter undoing. Should this story fall upon a sixth ear, your destruction follows — my word is true. Whether by its being made known or by a brahmin's curse, your ruin comes, hear me, Pratapbhanu; by no other means can death reach you, though Hari and Hara themselves grow angry in their hearts.' 'It is true, my lord,' said the king, clasping his feet. 'Tell me, who can shield a man from the wrath of a brahmin or a teacher? If the Creator is angry the guru saves him; but for one who defies his guru there is no protector in the world. Should I not walk by your word, let destruction come — that gives me no anxiety. One dread alone makes my mind tremble: lord, the curse of the gods of earth is most terrible. By what means may the brahmins be brought under my sway? Be gracious and tell me that also. Apart from you, compassionate to the lowly, I see no well-wisher of my own.'

  167. Verse 167

    caupāī sunu nṛpa bibidha jatana jaga māhīṃ| kaṣṭasādhya puni hohiṃ ki nāhīṃ|| ahai eka ati sugama upāī| tahā~ paraṃtu eka kaṭhināī|| mama ādhīna juguti nṛpa soī| mora jāba tava nagara na hoī|| āju lageṃ aru jaba teṃ bhayaū~| kāhū ke gṛha grāma na gayaū~|| jauṃ na jāu~ tava hoi akājū| banā āi asamaṃjasa ājū|| suni mahīsa boleu mṛdu bānī| nātha nigama asi nīti bakhānī|| baṛe saneha laghunha para karahīṃ| giri nija sirani sadā tṛna dharahīṃ|| jaladhi agādha mauli baha phenū| saṃtata dharani dharata sira renū|| dohā/soraṭhā asa kahi gahe naresa pada svāmī hohu kṛpāla| mohi lāgi dukha sahia prabhu sajjana dīnadayāla||167||

    Meaning

    'Listen, king. There are many devices in the world, but they are laborious, and whether they succeed or not is uncertain. There is one very easy way, yet in that way lies a single difficulty. The contrivance rests with me, king — and my going to your city cannot be. From the day I came into being until today I have never entered anyone's house or village; and if I do not go, your purpose comes to nothing. A quandary has arisen today.' Hearing this the lord of earth spoke in gentle words: 'Lord, the Vedas have declared this rule — the great show affection to the small. Mountains for ever bear blades of grass upon their heads; the fathomless ocean carries foam upon its crest; the earth continually holds dust upon her head.' So saying the king clasped his feet: 'Master, be gracious; bear this trouble for my sake, my lord — the good are tender towards the humble.'

  168. Verse 168

    caupāī jāni nṛpahi āpana ādhīnā| bolā tāpasa kapaṭa prabīnā|| satya kahau~ bhūpati sunu tohī| jaga nāhina durlabha kachu mohī|| avasi kāja maiṃ karihau~ torā| mana tana bacana bhagata taiṃ morā|| joga juguti tapa maṃtra prabhāū| phalai tabahiṃ jaba karia durāū|| jauṃ naresa maiṃ karauṃ rasoī| tumha parusahu mohi jāna na koī|| anna so joi joi bhojana karaī| soi soi tava āyasu anusaraī|| puni tinha ke gṛha jeva~i joū| tava basa hoi bhūpa sunu soū|| jāi upāya racahu nṛpa ehū| saṃbata bhari saṃkalapa karehū|| dohā/soraṭhā nita nūtana dvija sahasa sata barehu sahita parivāra| maiṃ tumhare saṃkalapa lagi dinahiṃ kariba jevanāra||168||

    Meaning

    Knowing the king now wholly in his hands, the ascetic, a master of deceit, spoke: 'I tell you the truth, king — listen: there is nothing in the world beyond my reach. I shall certainly accomplish your work, for you are my devotee in thought, word and body. But the power of yoga, of contrivance, of austerity and of mantra bears fruit only when it is kept hidden. If I cook the food, O king, and you serve it, and no one knows of me, then whoever eats that food will follow your command; and further — hear this too, king — whoever afterwards dines in the houses of those men will likewise fall under your sway. Go and set this plan afoot, king: take a vow for a full year, and each day invite a hundred thousand fresh brahmins together with their families. For the sake of your vow I will make ready the banquet day after day.'

  169. Verse 169

    caupāī ehi bidhi bhūpa kaṣṭa ati thoreṃ| hoihahiṃ sakala bipra basa toreṃ|| karihahiṃ bipra homa makha sevā| tehiṃ prasaṃga sahajehiṃ basa devā|| aura eka tohi kahaū~ lakhāū| maiṃ ehi beṣa na āuba kāū|| tumhare uparohita kahu~ rāyā| hari ānaba maiṃ kari nija māyā|| tapabala tehi kari āpu samānā| rakhihau~ ihā~ baraṣa paravānā|| maiṃ dhari tāsu beṣu sunu rājā| saba bidhi tora sa~vāraba kājā|| gai nisi bahuta sayana aba kīje| mohi tohi bhūpa bheṃṭa dina tīje|| maiṃ tapabala tohi turaga sametā| pahu~cehau~ sovatahi niketā|| dohā/soraṭhā maiṃ āuba soi beṣu dhari pahicānehu taba mohi| jaba ekāṃta bolāi saba kathā sunāvauṃ tohi||169||

    Meaning

    'In this way, O king, with very little trouble all the brahmins will come under your sway. They will perform your oblations and sacrifices and service, and through that same connection the gods too will be subdued easily enough. One more mark I give you, by which to know me: I shall never come again in this present guise. Your family priest, O king, I shall carry off by my own magic, and by the strength of my austerity I shall make him a second self of mine and keep him here a full year. Taking on his form, hear me, O king, I shall order your business in every way. Much of the night has gone; sleep now. You and I, O king, shall meet on the third day. By the power of my penance I shall set you down, horse and all, in your own house while you still sleep. I shall come wearing that other form, and you must recognize me then, when I call you aside in private and lay the whole plan before you.'

  170. Verse 170

    caupāī sayana kīnha nṛpa āyasu mānī| āsana jāi baiṭha chalagyānī|| śramita bhūpa nidrā ati āī| so kimi sova soca adhikāī|| kālaketu nisicara taha~ āvā| jehiṃ sūkara hoi nṛpahi bhulāvā|| parama mitra tāpasa nṛpa kerā| jānai so ati kapaṭa ghanerā|| tehi ke sata suta aru dasa bhāī| khala ati ajaya deva dukhadāī|| prathamahi bhūpa samara saba māre| bipra saṃta sura dekhi dukhāre|| tehiṃ khala pāchila bayaru sa~bharā| tāpasa nṛpa mili maṃtra bicārā|| jehi ripu chaya soi racenhi upāū| bhāvī basa na jāna kachu rāū|| dohā/soraṭhā ripu tejasī akela api laghu kari gania na tāhu| ajahu~ deta dukha rabi sasihi sira avaseṣita rāhu||170||

    Meaning

    Obedient to that word the king lay down to sleep, while the guileful pretender to wisdom went and sat upon his seat. The king was worn out and deep sleep came upon him at once; but how should the other sleep, whose scheming ran so high? To that place came the demon Kalaketu, the very one who had taken the form of a boar and led the king astray. He was the dearest friend of the ascetic king, and he knew deceit in abundance. He had a hundred sons and ten brothers, wicked, unconquered, tormentors of the gods, and the king had slain them all in battle long before, seeing brahmins and saints and gods in distress. Now the wretch called that old grudge to mind, and joining the ascetic king took counsel with him. Whatever would bring their enemy's ruin, that they contrived; and the king, in the grip of what was fated, knew nothing of it. A powerful enemy should never be reckoned small, though he stand alone: to this day Rahu, with nothing left of him but a head, torments the sun and the moon.

  171. Verse 171

    caupāī tāpasa nṛpa nija sakhahi nihārī| haraṣi mileu uṭhi bhayau sukhārī|| mitrahi kahi saba kathā sunāī| jātudhāna bolā sukha pāī|| aba sādheu~ ripu sunahu naresā| jauṃ tumha kīnha mora upadesā|| parihari soca rahahu tumha soī| binu auṣadha biādhi bidhi khoī|| kula sameta ripu mūla bahāī| cauthe divasa milaba maiṃ āī|| tāpasa nṛpahi bahuta paritoṣī| calā mahākapaṭī atiroṣī|| bhānupratāpahi bāji sametā| pahu~cāesi chana mājha niketā|| nṛpahi nāri pahiṃ sayana karāī| hayagṛha~ bā~dhesi bāji banāī|| dohā/soraṭhā rājā ke uparohitahi hari lai gayau bahori| lai rākhesi giri khoha mahu~ māyā~ kari mati bhori||171||

    Meaning

    Seeing his friend, the ascetic king rose in delight, embraced him and was comforted. He told his friend the whole tale, and the demon, well pleased, said: 'Hear me, lord of men, the enemy is as good as undone, if only you do as I advise. Lay your worry aside and remain just as you are; providence has cured the malady without any medicine at all. When I have swept the enemy away root and branch, with his whole line, on the fourth day I shall come and meet you.' Having thus fully contented the ascetic king, that arch-deceiver, burning with rage, went his way. In a moment he set Pratapbhanu down, horse and all, within his own palace, laid the king asleep beside his queen, and tied the horse duly in its stall. Then he carried off the king's family priest as well, and clouding the man's wits by magic he kept him hidden away in a mountain cave.

  172. Verse 172

    caupāī āpu biraci uparohita rūpā| pareu jāi tehi seja anūpā|| jāgeu nṛpa anabhae~ bihānā| dekhi bhavana ati acaraju mānā|| muni mahimā mana mahu~ anumānī| uṭheu gava~hi jehi jāna na rānī|| kānana gayau bāji caṛhi tehīṃ| pura nara nāri na jāneu kehīṃ|| gae~ jāma juga bhūpati āvā| ghara ghara utsava bāja badhāvā|| uparohitahi dekha jaba rājā| cakita biloki sumiri soi kājā|| juga sama nṛpahi gae dina tīnī| kapaṭī muni pada raha mati līnī|| samaya jāni uparohita āvā| nṛpahi mate saba kahi samujhāvā|| dohā/soraṭhā nṛpa haraṣeu pahicāni guru bhrama basa rahā na ceta| bare turata sata sahasa bara bipra kuṭuṃba sameta||172||

    Meaning

    Then he fashioned for himself the priest's very likeness and went and lay down upon that matchless bed. The king woke before daybreak and marvelled greatly to find himself in his own palace; guessing within his mind that this was the sage's power, he rose so quietly that even the queen did not know. He mounted that same horse and rode out to the forest, and not a man or woman of the city knew of it. After two watches had passed the king returned, and from house to house there was rejoicing and music of congratulation. When the king saw the priest he stared in astonishment, remembering that business of theirs. Those three days passed for him like ages, his mind fixed upon the false ascetic's feet. Knowing the hour had come, the priest presented himself and explained to the king the whole plan that had been settled. The king rejoiced, taking him for his own guru; under that delusion not a shred of sense was left to him, and he at once invited a hundred thousand of the best brahmins with their whole households.

  173. Verse 173

    caupāī uparohita jevanāra banāī| charasa cāri bidhi jasi śruti gāī|| māyāmaya tehiṃ kīnha rasoī| biṃjana bahu gani sakai na koī|| bibidha mṛganha kara āmiṣa rā~dhā| tehi mahu~ bipra mā~su khala sā~dhā|| bhojana kahu~ saba bipra bolāe| pada pakhāri sādara baiṭhāe|| parusana jabahiṃ lāga mahipālā| bhai akāsabānī tehi kālā|| biprabṛṃda uṭhi uṭhi gṛha jāhū| hai baṛi hāni anna jani khāhū|| bhayau rasoīṃ bhūsura mā~sū| saba dvija uṭhe māni bisvāsū|| bhūpa bikala mati moha~ bhulānī| bhāvī basa āva mukha bānī|| dohā/soraṭhā bole bipra sakopa taba nahiṃ kachu kīnha bicāra| jāi nisācara hohu nṛpa mūṛha sahita parivāra||173||

    Meaning

    The priest made ready the banquet, of six flavours and of the four kinds the Vedas sing of. The whole meal he conjured up by magic, with more dishes than any man could count. He cooked the flesh of many kinds of wild beasts, and into it the villain mixed the flesh of brahmins. All the brahmins were summoned to the meal, their feet were washed and they were seated with honour. Just as the king began to serve, a voice sounded out of the sky at that very moment: 'Company of brahmins, rise, rise and go to your homes! Great is the harm here; do not eat this food. What has been cooked is the flesh of brahmins.' Believing it, all the twice-born rose from their places. The king was beside himself, his judgement lost in bewilderment, and as fate would have it, speech came to his lips. Then the brahmins spoke in anger, without pausing to consider at all: 'Go, foolish king, and become a demon, you and your family with you.'

  174. Verse 174

    caupāī chatrabaṃdhu taiṃ bipra bolāī| ghālai lie sahita samudāī|| īsvara rākhā dharama hamārā| jaihasi taiṃ sameta parivārā|| saṃbata madhya nāsa tava hoū| jaladātā na rahihi kula koū|| nṛpa suni śrāpa bikala ati trāsā| bhai bahori bara girā akāsā|| biprahu śrāpa bicāri na dīnhā| nahiṃ aparādha bhūpa kachu kīnhā|| cakita bipra saba suni nabhabānī| bhūpa gayau jaha~ bhojana khānī|| taha~ na asana nahiṃ bipra suārā| phireu rāu mana soca apārā|| saba prasaṃga mahisuranha sunāī| trasita pareu avanīṃ akulāī|| dohā/soraṭhā bhūpati bhāvī miṭai nahiṃ jadapi na dūṣana tora| kie~ anyathā hoi nahiṃ bipraśrāpa ati ghora||174||

    Meaning

    'Wretch, a kshatriya in name alone, you called brahmins here and sought to destroy the whole company of them. God has preserved our dharma; you shall perish, and your family with you. Within a year let your ruin come, and let none be left in your line even to offer water to the dead.' Hearing the curse the king was distraught with terror; then once again a noble voice came from the sky: 'Brahmins, you have pronounced this curse without reflection; the king has committed no offence at all.' All the brahmins stood amazed at the voice from heaven, and the king went to the place where the food had been cooked. There he found neither the food nor the brahmin who had cooked it, and he came back with boundless anxiety in his mind. He told the whole matter to the brahmins, those gods of the earth, and then, stricken with terror, fell to the ground in anguish. 'O king,' they said, 'what is destined cannot be wiped away, though the fault is not yours; nothing can make it otherwise, for a brahmin's curse is a most terrible thing.'

  175. Verse 175

    caupāī asa kahi saba mahideva sidhāe| samācāra puraloganha pāe|| socahiṃ dūṣana daivahi dehīṃ| bicarata haṃsa kāga kiya jehīṃ|| uparohitahi bhavana pahu~cāī| asura tāpasahi khabari janāī|| tehiṃ khala jaha~ taha~ patra paṭhāe| saji saji sena bhūpa saba dhāe|| gherenhi nagara nisāna bajāī| bibidha bhā~ti nita hoī larāī|| jūjhe sakala subhaṭa kari karanī| baṃdhu sameta pareu nṛpa dharanī|| satyaketu kula kou nahiṃ bā~cā| bipraśrāpa kimi hoi asā~cā|| ripu jiti saba nṛpa nagara basāī| nija pura gavane jaya jasu pāī|| dohā/soraṭhā bharadvāja sunu jāhi jaba hoi bidhātā bāma| dhūri merusama janaka jama tāhi byālasama dāma|||175||

    Meaning

    Having said this, all the brahmins went their way, and the news reached the people of the city. They grieved and cast the blame on fate, which in mere sport had turned a swan into a crow. The demon saw the royal chaplain safely to his house and then carried the whole report to the ascetic. That wicked one sent off letters here and there, and the kings, each equipping his forces, came sweeping down. They beat their drums and ringed the city about, and day after day the battle was joined in one form after another. All the brave warriors died fighting, each doing what his valour could, and the king himself went down upon the earth along with his brother. Not one of Satyaketu's line was left alive - for how could a brahmin's curse fail to come true? Having beaten their enemy, the kings peopled the city afresh and went back to their own capitals with victory and fame. Listen, Bharadvaja: when the Creator turns adverse to a man, dust weighs upon him like Mount Meru, his own father becomes Yama to him, and a length of rope a snake.

  176. Verse 176

    caupāī kāla pāi muni sunu soi rājā| bhayau nisācara sahita samājā|| dasa sira tāhi bīsa bhujadaṃḍā| rāvana nāma bīra baribaṃḍā|| bhūpa anuja arimardana nāmā| bhayau so kuṃbhakarana baladhāmā|| saciva jo rahā dharamaruci jāsū| bhayau bimātra baṃdhu laghu tāsū|| nāma bibhīṣana jehi jaga jānā| biṣnubhagata bigyāna nidhānā|| rahe je suta sevaka nṛpa kere| bhae nisācara ghora ghanere|| kāmarūpa khala jinasa anekā| kuṭila bhayaṃkara bigata bibekā|| kṛpā rahita hiṃsaka saba pāpī| barani na jāhiṃ bisva paritāpī|| dohā/soraṭhā upaje jadapi pulastyakula pāvana amala anūpa| tadapi mahīsura śrāpa basa bhae sakala agharūpa||176||

    Meaning

    In course of time, sage, that same king, with all his company, was born a demon. Ten heads he had and twenty arms like pillars; Ravana was his name, a hero of overbearing might. The king's younger brother, Arimardana by name, became Kumbhakarna, a very house of strength. His minister, who had been Dharmaruchi, became his younger brother by another mother - Vibhishana, whom the world knows, a devotee of Vishnu and a treasury of wisdom. The sons and servants that the king had became demons, dreadful and past counting: able to take what shape they willed, wicked, of many kinds, crooked, terrible, void of discernment, without pity, given to violence, sinners all, scorchers of the world beyond all describing. Though born in the pure, spotless and matchless line of Pulastya, yet under the curse of the brahmins, the gods of earth, they all became sin embodied.

  177. Verse 177

    caupāī kīnha bibidha tapa tīnihu~ bhāī| parama ugra nahiṃ barani so jāī|| gayau nikaṭa tapa dekhi bidhātā| māgahu bara prasanna maiṃ tātā|| kari binatī pada gahi dasasīsā| boleu bacana sunahu jagadīsā|| hama kāhū ke marahiṃ na māreṃ| bānara manuja jāti dui bāreṃ|| evamastu tumha baṛa tapa kīnhā| maiṃ brahmā~ mili tehi bara dīnhā|| puni prabhu kuṃbhakarana pahiṃ gayaū| tehi biloki mana bisamaya bhayaū|| jauṃ ehiṃ khala nita karaba ahārū| hoihi saba ujāri saṃsārū|| sārada preri tāsu mati pherī| māgesi nīda māsa ṣaṭa kerī|| dohā/soraṭhā gae bibhīṣana pāsa puni kaheu putra bara māgu| tehiṃ māgeu bhagavaṃta pada kamala amala anurāgu||177||

    Meaning

    The three brothers practised austerities of many kinds, so fierce that they cannot be described. Seeing that penance the Creator drew near: 'Ask a boon, my son; I am pleased with you.' The ten-headed one made his petition, clasped his feet and said, 'Hear me, Lord of the world: let us not die at the hands of any slayer, barring only the two races of monkeys and men.' 'So be it - you have performed a great penance': joining with Brahma, I gave him that boon. Then the Lord went on to Kumbhakarna, and looking at him was struck with amazement - if this wretch takes his meal every day, the whole world will be laid waste. So he prompted Sharada and through her turned the demon's wits, and Kumbhakarna asked for six months of sleep. Then he went to Vibhishana and said, 'Ask a boon, my son'; and Vibhishana asked for spotless love for the lotus feet of the Lord.

  178. Verse 178

    caupāī tinhi dei bara brahma sidhāe| haraṣita te apane gṛha āe|| maya tanujā maṃdodari nāmā| parama suṃdarī nāri lalāmā|| soi maya~ dīnhi rāvanahi ānī| hoihi jātudhānapati jānī|| haraṣita bhayau nāri bhali pāī| puni dou baṃdhu biāhesi jāī|| giri trikūṭa eka siṃdhu majhārī| bidhi nirmita durgama ati bhārī|| soi maya dānava~ bahuri sa~vārā| kanaka racita manibhavana apārā|| bhogāvati jasi ahikula bāsā| amarāvati jasi sakranivāsā|| tinha teṃ adhika ramya ati baṃkā| jaga bikhyāta nāma tehi laṃkā|| dohā/soraṭhā khāīṃ siṃdhu gabhīra ati cārihu~ disi phiri āva| kanaka koṭa mani khacita dṛṛha barani na jāi banāva||178(ka)|| hariprerita jehiṃ kalapa joi jātudhānapati hoi| sūra pratāpī atulabala dala sameta basa soi||178(kha)||

    Meaning

    Having granted them their boons Brahma departed, and the brothers came home rejoicing. Maya had a daughter named Mandodari, a woman of surpassing beauty, a jewel among women. Maya himself brought her and gave her to Ravana, knowing that he was to be lord of the demons. Ravana was delighted at winning so good a wife, and then went and had both his brothers married as well. In the midst of the sea there was a mountain, Trikuta, fashioned by the Creator, vast and very hard of access. This too Maya the danava built up afresh, with countless jewelled mansions wrought in gold. As Bhogavati is the dwelling of the serpent race and Amaravati the seat of Indra, so this was lovelier and more striking than either, famed throughout the world by the name of Lanka. The deep ocean runs about it on all four sides for a moat; its golden rampart is set with gems and strongly built, and its workmanship is past describing. In whatever age, impelled by Hari, one becomes lord of the demons - brave, glorious, of measureless strength - it is he who dwells there with his host.

  179. Verse 179

    caupāī rahe tahā~ nisicara bhaṭa bhāre| te saba suranha samara saṃghāre|| aba taha~ rahahiṃ sakra ke prere| racchaka koṭi jacchapati kere|| dasamukha katahu~ khabari asi pāī| sena sāji gaṛha gheresi jāī|| dekhi bikaṭa bhaṭa baṛi kaṭakāī| jaccha jīva lai gae parāī|| phiri saba nagara dasānana dekhā| gayau soca sukha bhayau biseṣā|| suṃdara sahaja agama anumānī| kīnhi tahā~ rāvana rajadhānī|| jehi jasa joga bā~ṭi gṛha dīnhe| sukhī sakala rajanīcara kīnhe|| eka bāra kubera para dhāvā| puṣpaka jāna jīti lai āvā|| dohā/soraṭhā kautukahīṃ kailāsa puni līnhesi jāi uṭhāi| manahu~ tauli nija bāhubala calā bahuta sukha pāi||179||

    Meaning

    Mighty demon champions had lived there, and the gods had destroyed them all in battle. Now there dwelt, sent by Indra, a crore of guards belonging to Kubera, the lord of the Yakshas. Somewhere the ten-mouthed one got word of this; he equipped an army, marched, and laid siege to the fort. Seeing those grim warriors and that great host, the Yakshas fled away with their lives. Then the ten-headed one went over the whole city and looked at it; his anxiety left him and he was filled with a special delight. Judging it beautiful by nature and unapproachable, Ravana made his capital there. He portioned out the houses, giving to each as each deserved, and made all the night-rangers content. Once he marched against Kubera, defeated him, and carried off the Pushpaka car. Then, for mere sport, he went and lifted Kailasa up, as though weighing his own strength of arm, and went away hugely pleased with himself.

  180. Verse 180

    caupāī sukha saṃpati suta sena sahāī| jaya pratāpa bala buddhi baṛāī|| nita nūtana saba bāṛhata jāī| jimi pratilābha lobha adhikāī|| atibala kuṃbhakarana asa bhrātā| jehi kahu~ nahiṃ pratibhaṭa jaga jātā|| karai pāna sovai ṣaṭa māsā| jāgata hoi tihu~ pura trāsā|| jauṃ dina prati ahāra kara soī| bisva begi saba caupaṭa hoī|| samara dhīra nahiṃ jāi bakhānā| tehi sama amita bīra balavānā|| bāridanāda jeṭha suta tāsū| bhaṭa mahu~ prathama līka jaga jāsū|| jehi na hoi rana sanamukha koī| surapura nitahiṃ parāvana hoī|| dohā/soraṭhā kumukha akaṃpana kulisarada dhūmaketu atikāya| eka eka jaga jīti saka aise subhaṭa nikāya||180||

    Meaning

    Happiness, wealth, sons, armies and allies, victory, glory, strength, wit and greatness - all of it went on increasing, new every day, as greed increases with every fresh gain. He had for a brother Kumbhakarna of surpassing might, for whom no matching champion was ever born into the world. He would drink deep and sleep six months at a stretch, and when he woke, terror ran through the three worlds; were he to take his meal daily, the whole universe would swiftly be ruined. His steadiness in battle is beyond all telling, and there were countless heroes as mighty as he. Baridanada, or Meghanada, was Ravana's eldest son, whose name stood first in the roll of the world's warriors: none could face him in the field, and the city of the gods was for ever taking to flight. Kumukha, Akampana, Kulisharada, Dhumaketu, Atikaya - such was the throng of champions there, each one of whom could conquer the world single-handed.

  181. Verse 181

    caupāī kāmarūpa jānahiṃ saba māyā| sapanehu~ jinha keṃ dharama na dāyā|| dasamukha baiṭha sabhā~ eka bārā| dekhi amita āpana parivārā|| suta samūha jana parijana nātī| ge ko pāra nisācara jātī|| sena biloki sahaja abhimānī| bolā bacana krodha mada sānī|| sunahu sakala rajanīcara jūthā| hamare bairī bibudha barūthā|| te sanamukha nahiṃ karahī larāī| dekhi sabala ripu jāhiṃ parāī|| tenha kara marana eka bidhi hoī| kahau~ bujhāi sunahu aba soī|| dvijabhojana makha homa sarādhā||saba kai jāi karahu tumha bādhā|| dohā/soraṭhā chudhā chīna balahīna sura sahajehiṃ milihahiṃ āi| taba mārihau~ ki chāṛihau~ bhalī bhā~ti apanāi||181||

    Meaning

    They could take any shape at will and knew every trick of illusion; not even in dreams did dharma or pity touch them. Once the ten-faced Ravana sat in his court and looked upon his own measureless household - troops of sons, servants, kinsfolk, grandsons; who could ever reach the end of that demon race? Seeing his army, proud by nature, he spoke words steeped in anger and arrogance: 'Hear me, all you bands of night-rangers. Our enemy is the host of gods. They will not fight us face to face; the moment they see a strong foe they run. There is one way by which they can be killed; I shall explain it, so listen now. The feeding of brahmins, sacrifice, oblation, the rites for the dead - go and obstruct every one of them. Starved and drained of strength, the gods will come of their own accord and submit; then I shall either kill them, or win them thoroughly over and let them go.'

  182. Verse 182

    caupāī meghanāda kahu~ puni ha~karāvā| dīnhī sikha balu bayaru baṛhāvā|| je sura samara dhīra balavānā| jinha keṃ laribe kara abhimānā|| tinhahi jīti rana ānesu bā~dhī| uṭhi suta pitu anusāsana kā~dhī|| ehi bidhi sabahī agyā dīnhī| āpunu caleu gadā kara līnhī|| calata dasānana ḍolati avanī| garjata garbha stravahiṃ sura ravanī|| rāvana āvata suneu sakohā| devanha take meru giri khohā|| digapālanha ke loka suhāe| sūne sakala dasānana pāe|| puni puni siṃghanāda kari bhārī| dei devatanha gāri pacārī|| rana mada matta phirai jaga dhāvā| pratibhaṭa khaujata katahu~ na pāvā|| rabi sasi pavana baruna dhanadhārī| agini kāla jama saba adhikārī|| kiṃnara siddha manuja sura nāgā| haṭhi sabahī ke paṃthahiṃ lāgā|| brahmasṛṣṭi jaha~ lagi tanudhārī| dasamukha basabartī nara nārī|| āyasu karahiṃ sakala bhayabhītā| navahiṃ āi nita carana binītā|| dohā/soraṭhā bhujabala bisva basya kari rākhesi kou na sutaṃtra| maṃḍalīka mani rāvana rāja karai nija maṃtra||182(ka)|| deva jaccha gaṃdharva nara kiṃnara nāga kumāri| jīti barīṃ nija bāhubala bahu suṃdara bara nāri||182kha||

    Meaning

    Then he summoned Meghanada as well and instructed him, feeding both his strength and his hatred: 'Those gods who are steady and mighty in battle, who take pride in fighting - conquer them in the field and bring them to me in bonds.' The son rose and took his father's command upon his shoulder. In this way Ravana gave his orders to all, and himself set out with a mace in his hand. As the ten-faced one walked the earth shook, and at his roaring the wives of the gods miscarried. Hearing that the furious Ravana was on his way, the gods made for the caverns of Mount Meru. The fair realms of the guardians of the quarters the ten-faced one found empty, every one of them. Again and again he gave out a great lion's roar, flinging abuse and challenge at the gods. Drunk with the frenzy of battle he ranged and ran over the world, hunting for a rival warrior and finding none anywhere. Sun and moon, wind, Varuna, Kubera the holder of wealth, fire, Time and Yama - all the powers that hold office; kinnaras, siddhas, men, gods and nagas - he planted himself by force across the path of them all. Every embodied being within Brahma's creation, every man and woman, was made subject to the ten-faced one. In fear they all carried out his commands and came daily to bow humbly at his feet. By the might of his arms he held the whole universe in subjection; not one was left free. Ravana, crest-jewel among vassal kings, ruled by his own counsel alone. Daughters of gods, yakshas, gandharvas, men, kinnaras and nagas - many beautiful and excellent women he won by force of arm and took to wife.

  183. Verse 183

    caupāī iṃdrajīta sana jo kachu kaheū| so saba janu pahilehiṃ kari raheū|| prathamahiṃ jinha kahu~ āyasu dīnhā| tinha kara carita sunahu jo kīnhā|| dekhata bhīmarūpa saba pāpī| nisicara nikara deva paritāpī|| karahi upadrava asura nikāyā| nānā rūpa dharahiṃ kari māyā|| jehi bidhi hoi dharma nirmūlā| so saba karahiṃ beda pratikūlā|| jehiṃ jehiṃ desa dhenu dvija pāvahiṃ| nagara gāu~ pura āgi lagāvahiṃ|| subha ācarana katahu~ nahiṃ hoī| deva bipra gurū māna na koī|| nahiṃ haribhagati jagya tapa gyānā| sapanehu~ sunia na beda purānā||

    Meaning

    Whatever Ravana had said to Indrajit, the son had as good as accomplished it already. Now hear the deeds of those to whom he had first given his orders. Terrible to look upon, sinners all, the swarms of night-rangers tormented the gods. The hordes of demons worked havoc and by their illusion took on shape after shape. Whatever might tear dharma up by the root, all of that they did, every act of it against the Vedas. In whatever land they came upon cows and brahmins, they set fire to town, village and city. Nowhere was there any good conduct; none honoured god or brahmin or teacher. There was no devotion to Hari, no sacrifice, no austerity, no knowledge; not even in a dream were the Vedas and Puranas to be heard.

  184. Verse 184

    caupāī bāṛhe khala bahu cora juārā| je laṃpaṭa paradhana paradārā|| mānahiṃ mātu pitā nahiṃ devā| sādhunha sana karavāvahiṃ sevā|| jinha ke yaha ācarana bhavānī| te jānehu nisicara saba prānī|| atisaya dekhi dharma kai glānī| parama sabhīta dharā akulānī|| giri sari siṃdhu bhāra nahiṃ mohī| jasa mohi garua eka paradrohī|| sakala dharma dekhai biparītā| kahi na sakai rāvana bhaya bhītā|| dhenu rūpa dhari hṛdaya~ bicārī| gaī tahā~ jaha~ sura muni jhārī|| nija saṃtāpa sunāesi roī| kāhū teṃ kachu kāja na hoī||

    Meaning

    The wicked multiplied - thieves and gamblers in numbers, men lustful after the wealth and the wives of others. They honoured neither mother nor father nor the gods, and made holy men wait upon them as servants. Whoever behaves in this fashion, Bhavani - know every such creature to be a demon. Seeing dharma so utterly degraded, the Earth grew deeply afraid and distressed: 'Mountains, rivers and seas do not weigh upon me as heavily as one man who oppresses others.' She saw every duty turned upside down, yet in her fear of Ravana she could not speak. Taking thought in her heart, she assumed the form of a cow and went to where the gods and sages were gathered in a body. Weeping, she told them her affliction, but nothing could be accomplished by any of them.

  185. Verse 185

    caupāī baiṭhe sura saba karahiṃ bicārā| kaha~ pāia prabhu karia pukārā|| pura baikuṃṭha jāna kaha koī| kou kaha payanidhi basa prabhu soī|| jāke hṛdaya~ bhagati jasi prīti| prabhu taha~ pragaṭa sadā tehiṃ rītī|| tehi samāja girijā maiṃ raheū~| avasara pāi bacana eka kaheū~|| hari byāpaka sarbatra samānā| prema teṃ pragaṭa hohiṃ maiṃ jānā|| desa kāla disi bidisihu māhīṃ| kahahu so kahā~ jahā~ prabhu nāhīṃ|| aga jagamaya saba rahita birāgī| prema teṃ prabhu pragaṭai jimi āgī|| mora bacana saba ke mana mānā| sādhu sādhu kari brahma bakhānā|| dohā/soraṭhā suni biraṃci mana haraṣa tana pulaki nayana baha nīra| astuti karata jori kara sāvadhāna matidhīra||185||

    Meaning

    The gods sat together and deliberated: where are we to find the Lord, so that we may make our cry to him? One said, know him in the city of Vaikuntha; another said, that Lord dwells in the ocean of milk. Whatever the devotion and the love in a man's heart, there and in that very manner the Lord always shows himself. I was present in that assembly, Girija, and finding my opportunity I spoke a word: Hari pervades all things equally; I know that it is through love that he becomes manifest. In place and time, in every quarter and in every corner between - tell me, where is there a spot in which the Lord is not? He is all that moves and all that does not, and yet apart from everything, unattached; through love the Lord appears, as fire appears. My words won the assent of every mind, and crying 'Well said, well said!' they extolled Brahman. Hearing this, Brahma rejoiced in his heart, his body thrilled and his eyes streamed with tears; joining his palms, collected and steady of understanding, he began to praise the Lord.

  186. Verse 186

    chaṃda jaya jaya suranāyaka jana sukhadāyaka pranatapāla bhagavaṃtā| go dvija hitakārī jaya asurārī sidhuṃsutā priya kaṃtā|| pālana sura dharanī adbhuta karanī marama na jānai koī| jo sahaja kṛpālā dīnadayālā karau anugraha soī|| jaya jaya abināsī saba ghaṭa bāsī byāpaka paramānaṃdā| abigata gotītaṃ carita punītaṃ māyārahita mukuṃdā|| jehi lāgi birāgī ati anurāgī bigatamoha munibṛṃdā| nisi bāsara dhyāvahiṃ guna gana gāvahiṃ jayati saccidānaṃdā|| jehiṃ sṛṣṭi upāī tribidha banāī saṃga sahāya na dūjā| so karau aghārī ciṃta hamārī jānia bhagati na pūjā|| jo bhava bhaya bhaṃjana muni mana raṃjana gaṃjana bipati barūthā| mana baca krama bānī chāṛi sayānī sarana sakala sura jūthā|| sārada śruti seṣā riṣaya aseṣā jā kahu~ kou nahi jānā| jehi dīna piāre beda pukāre dravau so śrībhagavānā|| bhava bāridhi maṃdara saba bidhi suṃdara gunamaṃdira sukhapuṃjā| muni siddha sakala sura parama bhayātura namata nātha pada kaṃjā||

    Meaning

    Victory, victory to the Lord of the gods, giver of joy to his servants, protector of all who bow before him, blessed one. Benefactor of cows and brahmins, victory to the foe of demons, beloved husband of the ocean's daughter. Sustainer of the gods and of the earth, whose doings are wonderful and whose secret no one knows - he who is compassionate by his very nature and merciful to the lowly, may he show us his grace. Victory, victory to the imperishable one, dweller in every heart, all-pervading, supreme bliss; unknowable, beyond the senses, holy in his deeds, untouched by illusion, Mukunda. He for whose sake the detached hosts of sages, their delusion gone, become full of love, meditating night and day and singing over his host of virtues - victory to Being, Consciousness and Bliss. He who raised up creation and made it of three kinds, with no second by his side to help him - may that destroyer of sin take thought for us, who know nothing of devotion or of worship. He who shatters the fear of worldly existence, delights the minds of sages and crushes the crowd of calamities - laying aside all their cleverness, in thought, word and deed the whole throng of gods takes refuge in him. Sharada, the Vedas, Shesha and the sages entire - none of them has known him; and the Vedas proclaim aloud that the lowly are dear to him: may that blessed Lord be moved to pity. Mandara mountain to the ocean of existence, beautiful in every way, temple of virtues, mass of joy - sages, siddhas and all the gods, sore afraid, bow at the lotus feet of the Lord.

  187. Verse 187

    caupāī jani ḍarapahu muni siddha suresā| tumhahi lāgi dharihau~ nara besā|| aṃsanha sahita manuja avatārā| lehau~ dinakara baṃsa udārā|| kasyapa aditi mahātapa kīnhā| tinha kahu~ maiṃ pūraba bara dīnhā|| te dasaratha kausalyā rūpā| kosalapurīṃ pragaṭa narabhūpā|| tinha ke gṛha avatarihau~ jāī| raghukula tilaka so cāriu bhāī|| nārada bacana satya saba karihau~| parama sakti sameta avatarihau~|| harihau~ sakala bhūmi garuāī| nirbhaya hohu deva samudāī|| gagana brahmabānī sunī kānā| turata phire sura hṛdaya juṛānā|| taba brahmā dharanihi samujhāvā| abhaya bhaī bharosa jiya~ āvā|| dohā/soraṭhā nija lokahi biraṃci ge devanha ihai sikhāi| bānara tanu dhari dhari mahi hari pada sevahu jāi||187||

    Meaning

    'Fear not, sages, siddhas and lord of the gods: for your sake I shall put on human guise. Together with my portions I shall take birth as a man in the generous line of the Sun. Kashyapa and Aditi performed great austerity, and long ago I granted them a boon; they have appeared in the city of Kosala in the form of Dasharatha and Kaushalya, as a king among men. I shall go and be born in their house as those four brothers, the ornament of Raghu's line. I shall make every word of Narada's come true, and I shall descend along with my supreme power. I shall lift away the whole burden of the earth — be without fear, you assembled gods.' When their ears caught this voice of Brahman from the sky, the gods turned back at once with hearts made cool; and Brahma then reassured the Earth, so that her fear left her and confidence came into her heart. Having taught the gods just this — 'Take the bodies of monkeys upon the earth, and go and serve Hari's feet' — the Creator departed to his own realm.

  188. Verse 188

    caupāī gae deva saba nija nija dhāmā| bhūmi sahita mana kahu~ biśrāmā | jo kachu āyasu brahmā~ dīnhā| haraṣe deva bilaṃba na kīnhā|| banacara deha dhari chiti māhīṃ| atulita bala pratāpa tinha pāhīṃ|| giri taru nakha āyudha saba bīrā| hari māraga citavahiṃ matidhīrā|| giri kānana jaha~ taha~ bhari pūrī| rahe nija nija anīka raci rūrī|| yaha saba rucira carita maiṃ bhāṣā| aba so sunahu jo bīcahiṃ rākhā|| avadhapurīṃ raghukulamani rāū| beda bidita tehi dasaratha nāū~|| dharama dhuraṃdhara gunanidhi gyānī| hṛdaya~ bhagati mati sāra~gapānī|| dohā/soraṭhā kausalyādi nāri priya saba ācarana punīta| pati anukūla prema dṛṛha hari pada kamala binīta||188||

    Meaning

    All the gods went away to their own abodes, and the Earth with them found rest of mind. Whatever command Brahma had given, the gods carried out gladly and without the least delay: taking the bodies of forest-rangers upon the earth, they were endowed with strength and majesty beyond measure. Mountains, trees and claws were the weapons of all those heroes, and steady of purpose they kept watching the road for Hari. They filled hill and forest everywhere, each drawing up his own fine army. All this delightful story I have now told; hear next what I set aside in the middle. In the city of Ayodhya there was a king, the jewel of Raghu's line, whose name the Vedas make known — Dasharatha: a bearer of dharma's burden, a treasury of virtues and a man of wisdom, with devotion in his heart and his mind fixed on the wielder of the Sharnga bow. Kaushalya and his other beloved wives were all pure in conduct, agreeable to their husband, firm in love and humbly devoted to Hari's lotus-feet.

  189. Verse 189

    caupāī eka bāra bhūpati mana māhīṃ| bhai galāni moreṃ suta nāhīṃ|| gura gṛha gayau turata mahipālā| carana lāgi kari binaya bisālā|| nija dukha sukha saba gurahi sunāyau| kahi basiṣṭha bahubidhi samujhāyau|| dharahu dhīra hoihahiṃ suta cārī| tribhuvana bidita bhagata bhaya hārī|| sṛṃgī riṣahi basiṣṭha bolāvā| putrakāma subha jagya karāvā|| bhagati sahita muni āhuti dīnheṃ| pragaṭe agini carū kara līnheṃ|| jo basiṣṭha kachu hṛdaya~ bicārā| sakala kāju bhā siddha tumhārā|| yaha habi bā~ṭi dehu nṛpa jāī| jathā joga jehi bhāga banāī|| dohā/soraṭhā taba adṛsya bhae pāvaka sakala sabhahi samujhāi|| paramānaṃda magana nṛpa haraṣa na hṛdaya~ samāi||189||

    Meaning

    One day a heaviness rose in the king's mind: 'I have no son.' The ruler of the earth went at once to his guru's house, clasped his feet and pleaded long, laying all his sorrow and gladness before him. Vasishtha spoke and reassured him in many ways: 'Hold firm — four sons shall be yours, renowned through the three worlds, who take away the fears of the faithful.' Vasishtha then summoned the sage Shringi and had the auspicious sacrifice for offspring performed. When the sage offered the oblations with devotion, the god of fire appeared, bearing the sacred food in his hands, and said: 'Whatever Vasishtha turned over in his heart — your whole purpose is now accomplished. Go, king, and share out this offering, making the portions as is fitting for each.' Then, having made all this plain to the assembly, the fire vanished; and the king, sunk in utter bliss, could not contain the joy within his heart.

  190. Verse 190

    caupāī tabahiṃ rāya~ priya nāri bolāīṃ| kausalyādi tahā~ cali āī|| ardha bhāga kausalyāhi dīnhā| ubhaya bhāga ādhe kara kīnhā|| kaikeī kaha~ nṛpa so dayaū| rahyo so ubhaya bhāga puni bhayaū|| kausalyā kaikeī hātha dhari| dīnha sumitrahi mana prasanna kari|| ehi bidhi garbhasahita saba nārī| bhaīṃ hṛdaya~ haraṣita sukha bhārī|| jā dina teṃ hari garbhahiṃ āe| sakala loka sukha saṃpati chāe|| maṃdira maha~ saba rājahiṃ rānī| sobhā sīla teja kī khānīṃ|| sukha juta kachuka kāla cali gayaū| jehiṃ prabhu pragaṭa so avasara bhayaū|| dohā/soraṭhā joga lagana graha bāra tithi sakala bhae anukūla| cara aru acara harṣajuta rāma janama sukhamūla||190||

    Meaning

    Then the king called his beloved wives, and Kaushalya and the rest came there. He gave half the offering to Kaushalya and made two parts of the other half, giving one of them to Kaikeyi; what remained was again divided in two, and these he placed in the hands of Kaushalya and Kaikeyi and had them given to Sumitra, gladdening her heart. In this way all the wives conceived, and their hearts were filled with great happiness. From the day Hari came into the womb, joy and plenty spread over every world; in the palace the queens shone like mines of beauty, virtue and splendour. Some time passed in this happiness, and then came the hour at which the Lord was to appear: the conjunction, the ascendant, the planets, the weekday and the lunar date all turned favourable, and things moving and unmoving alike were filled with joy at the birth of Rama, the root of all happiness.

  191. Verse 191

    caupāī naumī tithi madhu māsa punītā| sukala paccha abhijita hariprītā|| madhyadivasa ati sīta na ghāmā| pāvana kāla loka biśrāmā|| sītala maṃda surabhi baha bāū| haraṣita sura saṃtana mana cāū|| bana kusumita girigana maniārā| stravahiṃ sakala saritā'mṛtadhārā|| so avasara biraṃci jaba jānā| cale sakala sura sāji bimānā|| gagana bimala sakula sura jūthā| gāvahiṃ guna gaṃdharba barūthā|| baraṣahiṃ sumana suaṃjali sājī| gahagahi gagana duṃdubhī bājī|| astuti karahiṃ nāga muni devā| bahubidhi lāvahiṃ nija nija sevā|| dohā/soraṭhā sura samūha binatī kari pahu~ce nija nija dhāma| jaganivāsa prabhu pragaṭe akhila loka biśrāma||191||

    Meaning

    It was the ninth lunar day of the holy month of Chaitra, in the bright fortnight, at the hour of Abhijit that is dear to Hari; it was the middle of the day, with neither sharp cold nor burning sun — a sacred time, a rest for the world. A cool, gentle, fragrant breeze was blowing; the gods rejoiced, and eagerness stirred in the hearts of the saints. The woods stood in flower, the ranges of hills glittered with gems, and every river ran with a stream of nectar. When Brahma knew that the moment had come, all the gods made ready their chariots of the air and set out; the clear sky was thronged with their companies, and troops of gandharvas sang the Lord's virtues. They showered down flowers from heaped and ready handfuls, and the sky rang loud with kettledrums. Nagas, sages and gods offered hymns of praise and pressed their several services upon him in many ways. Then, their supplication made, the hosts of gods reached their own abodes — and the Lord who is the dwelling of the universe and the repose of all worlds was made manifest.

  192. Verse 192

    chaṃda bhae pragaṭa kṛpālā dīnadayālā kausalyā hitakārī| haraṣita mahatārī muni mana hārī adbhuta rūpa bicārī|| locana abhirāmā tanu ghanasyāmā nija āyudha bhuja cārī| bhūṣana banamālā nayana bisālā sobhāsiṃdhu kharārī|| kaha dui kara jorī astuti torī kehi bidhi karauṃ anaṃtā| māyā guna gyānātīta amānā beda purāna bhanaṃtā|| karunā sukha sāgara saba guna āgara jehi gāvahiṃ śruti saṃtā| so mama hita lāgī jana anurāgī bhayau pragaṭa śrīkaṃtā|| brahmāṃḍa nikāyā nirmita māyā roma roma prati beda kahai| mama ura so bāsī yaha upahāsī sunata dhīra pati thira na rahai|| upajā jaba gyānā prabhu musakānā carita bahuta bidhi kīnha cahai| kahi kathā suhāī mātu bujhāī jehi prakāra suta prema lahai|| mātā puni bolī so mati ḍaulī tajahu tāta yaha rūpā| kījai sisulīlā ati priyasīlā yaha sukha parama anūpā|| suni bacana sujānā rodana ṭhānā hoi bālaka surabhūpā| yaha carita je gāvahiṃ haripada pāvahiṃ te na parahiṃ bhavakūpā||

    Meaning

    The compassionate one, tender to the lowly, the benefactor of Kaushalya, was made manifest. The mother rejoiced as she gazed on that wondrous form which steals away the minds of sages — a delight to the eyes, dark of body as a rain-cloud, four-armed and bearing his own weapons, decked with jewels and a woodland garland, wide of eye, an ocean of beauty, the foe of Khara. With joined palms she said, 'O endless one, by what means am I to praise you, whom the Vedas and the Puranas declare to be beyond maya, beyond the qualities, beyond knowledge and beyond all measure? Ocean of compassion and of bliss, storehouse of every virtue, whom scripture and the saints sing — that same Lord of Shri, who loves his servants, has appeared for my sake. The Vedas say that in every pore of you lie whole clusters of universes fashioned by maya; that such a one dwelt in my womb is a jest at which even the steadiest mind cannot keep its steadiness.' When this knowledge arose in her, the Lord smiled, for he wished to perform his many kinds of play; and he told her a lovely tale and brought her to understand, in such a way that she might take a mother's love for a son. Then the mother, her mind now turned about, said: 'Dear child, put off this form; play instead the games of infancy, so sweet and dear — no joy is like that.' Hearing her words, the all-knowing king of the gods became a child and set up a cry. Those who sing this deed obtain Hari's feet and never fall into the well of worldly existence.

  193. Verse 193

    caupāī suni sisu rudana parama priya bānī| saṃbhrama cali āī saba rānī|| haraṣita jaha~ taha~ dhāīṃ dāsī| āna~da magana sakala purabāsī|| dasaratha putrajanma suni kānā| mānahu~ brahmānaṃda samānā|| parama prema mana pulaka sarīrā| cāhata uṭhata karata mati dhīrā|| jākara nāma sunata subha hoī| moreṃ gṛha āvā prabhu soī|| paramānaṃda pūri mana rājā| kahā bolāi bajāvahu bājā|| gura basiṣṭha kaha~ gayau ha~kārā| āe dvijana sahita nṛpadvārā|| anupama bālaka dekhenhi jāī| rūpa rāsi guna kahi na sirāī|| dohā/soraṭhā naṃdīmukha sarādha kari jātakarama saba kīnha| hāṭaka dhenu basana mani nṛpa bipranha kaha~ dīnha||193||

    Meaning

    Hearing the infant's cry, that sound dearer than any other, all the queens came hurrying in a flutter. The maidservants ran this way and that in delight, and every dweller of the city was drowned in joy. When word of a son's birth reached Dasharatha's ears, it was as though the bliss of Brahman itself had entered him. Love filled his mind and a thrill ran over his body; he tried to rise, holding his understanding steady. That Lord whose very name, merely heard, brings blessing has come to my own house, he thought. The king's mind brimming with supreme bliss, he called his people and ordered that the music be sounded. A summons went to Guru Vasishtha, and he came with the brahmins to the palace gate. He went in and looked upon the matchless child, a treasury of beauty whose virtues no telling could exhaust. The Nandimukha rite for the ancestors was performed and all the birth ceremonies were completed, and the king gave gold, cows, garments and jewels to the brahmins.

  194. Verse 194

    caupāī dhvaja patāka torana pura chāvā| kahi na jāi jehi bhā~ti banāvā|| sumanabṛṣṭi akāsa teṃ hoī| brahmānaṃda magana saba loī|| bṛṃda bṛṃda mili calīṃ logāī| sahaja saṃgāra kie~ uṭhi dhāī|| kanaka kalasa maṃgala dhari thārā| gāvata paiṭhahiṃ bhūpa duārā|| kari ārati nevachāvari karahīṃ| bāra bāra sisu carananhi parahīṃ|| māgadha sūta baṃdigana gāyaka| pāvana guna gāvahiṃ raghunāyaka|| sarbasa dāna dīnha saba kāhū| jehiṃ pāvā rākhā nahiṃ tāhū|| mṛgamada caṃdana kuṃkuma kīcā| macī sakala bīthinha bica bīcā|| dohā/soraṭhā gṛha gṛha bāja badhāva subha pragaṭe suṣamā kaṃda| haraṣavaṃta saba jaha~ taha~ nagara nāri nara bṛṃda||194||

    Meaning

    Flags, banners and festooned arches covered the city, and how it had been decked out cannot be told. Flowers rained down from the sky and all the world was sunk in the bliss of Brahman. The women set out in company after company, rising and running just as they were, in their everyday adornment. Bearing golden pitchers and auspicious things upon salvers, singing as they went, they passed in at the king's gate. They waved the lights of arati and made their offerings, and again and again they fell at the child's feet. Magadhas, sutas, bards and singers sang the purifying virtues of the Lord of the Raghus. Everything was given away in charity to all who came, and whoever received a gift did not keep it either. A slush of musk, sandal paste and saffron lay thick along the middle of every lane. In house after house the auspicious music of congratulation sounded, for the very root of loveliness had appeared, and everywhere the throngs of the city's women and men were full of gladness.

  195. Verse 195

    caupāī kaikayasutā sumitrā doū| suṃdara suta janamata bhaiṃ oū|| vaha sukha saṃpati samaya samājā| kahi na sakai sārada ahirājā|| avadhapurī sohai ehi bhā~tī| prabhuhi milana āī janu rātī|| dekhi bhānū janu mana sakucānī| tadapi banī saṃdhyā anumānī|| agara dhūpa bahu janu a~dhiārī| uṛi abhīra manahu~ arunārī|| maṃdira mani samūha janu tārā| nṛpa gṛha kalasa so iṃdu udārā|| bhavana bedadhuni ati mṛdu bānī| janu khaga mūkhara samaya~ janu sānī|| kautuka dekhi pataṃga bhulānā| eka māsa tei~ jāta na jānā|| dohā/soraṭhā māsa divasa kara divasa bhā marama na jānai koi| ratha sameta rabi thākeu nisā kavana bidhi hoi||195||

    Meaning

    Kaikeyi and Sumitra, both of them too, became mothers of beautiful sons. That happiness, that wealth, that hour and that gathering neither Sharada nor the serpent king could describe. Ayodhya shone in such a way that it seemed Night had come to meet the Lord; seeing the sun she seemed to shrink back abashed, yet, so one might judge, she took on the guise of evening. The thick smoke of aloe incense was as her darkness, and the red powder flying in the air as her twilight glow. The masses of jewels set upon the mansions were as her stars, and the pinnacle vase upon the king's palace the generous moon. In the buildings the chanting of the Veda in very soft voices was as though birds were calling, steeped in the mood of the hour. Watching this wonder the sun forgot himself, and a whole month passed without his knowing it had gone. One day became a day a month long, and no one could fathom the secret of it: the sun with his chariot had come to a halt, so how could night fall at all?

  196. Verse 196

    caupāī yaha rahasya kāhū nahiṃ jānā| dina mani cale karata gunagānā|| dekhi mahotsava sura muni nāgā| cale bhavana baranata nija bhāgā|| aurau eka kahau~ nija corī| sunu girijā ati dṛṛha mati torī|| kāka bhusuṃḍi saṃga hama doū| manujarūpa jānai nahiṃ koū|| paramānaṃda premasukha phūle| bīthinha phirahiṃ magana mana bhūle|| yaha subha carita jāna pai soī| kṛpā rāma kai jāpara hoī|| tehi avasara jo jehi bidhi āvā| dīnha bhūpa jo jehi mana bhāvā|| gaja ratha turaga hema go hīrā| dīnhe nṛpa nānābidhi cīrā|| dohā/soraṭhā mana saṃtoṣe sabanhi ke jaha~ taha~ dehi asīsa| sakala tanaya cira jīvahu~ tulasidāsa ke īsa||196||

    Meaning

    No one knew this mystery; the jewel of day moved on again, singing the Lord's praises. Gods, sages and nagas, having seen that great festival, went home extolling their own good fortune. Shiva went on: 'I shall tell you one more theft of my own. Listen, Girija, for your understanding is very firm. Kakabhushundi and I were there together in human form, and no one recognized us. Blossoming with supreme bliss and the sweetness of love, we roamed the lanes, absorbed and forgetful of ourselves. Yet only he can know this blessed exploit on whom the grace of Rama has fallen.' On that occasion, whoever came and in whatever manner, the king gave him whatever his heart desired: elephants, chariots, horses, gold, cows, diamonds and garments of many kinds the king bestowed. He contented the hearts of them all, and here and there they gave their blessing: may all these sons, who are the Lord of Tulsidas, live long.

  197. Verse 197

    caupāī kachuka divasa bīte ehi bhā~tī| jāta na jānia dina aru rātī|| nāmakarana kara avasaru jānī| bhūpa boli paṭhae muni gyānī|| kari pūjā bhūpati asa bhāṣā| dharia nāma jo muni guni rākhā|| inha ke nāma aneka anūpā| maiṃ nṛpa kahaba svamati anurūpā|| jo ānaṃda siṃdhu sukharāsī| sīkara teṃ trailoka supāsī|| so sukha dhāma rāma asa nāmā| akhila loka dāyaka biśrāmā|| bisva bharana poṣana kara joī| tākara nāma bharata asa hoī|| jāke sumirana teṃ ripu nāsā| nāma satruhana beda prakāsā|| dohā/soraṭhā lacchana dhāma rāma priya sakala jagata ādhāra| guru basiṣṭa tehi rākhā lachimana nāma udāra||197||

    Meaning

    Some days went by in this way, and none marked the passing of the days and nights. Knowing that the hour of the naming had come, the king sent word to summon the enlightened sage. Having worshipped him, the lord of the earth spoke thus: 'Give them the names, holy one, that you have weighed and settled upon.' The sage replied, 'Their names are many and beyond compare; yet, O king, I shall speak them as my own understanding sees them. He who is the ocean of bliss and the very heap of joy, from a single droplet of whom the three worlds are made happy, that abode of delight bears the name Rama, and he gives rest to all the worlds. He who bears and nourishes the universe shall have the name Bharata. He at whose remembrance foes are destroyed is named Shatrughna, as the Vedas make plain.' And on him who is the seat of every auspicious mark, dear to Rama and the support of the whole world, Guru Vasishtha bestowed the noble name Lakshmana.

  198. Verse 198

    caupāī dhare nāma gura hṛdaya~ bicārī| beda tatva nṛpa tava suta cārī|| muni dhana jana sarabasa siva prānā| bāla keli tehiṃ sukha mānā|| bārehi te nija hita pati jānī| lachimana rāma carana rati mānī|| bharata satruhana dūnau bhāī| prabhu sevaka jasi prīti baṛāī|| syāma gaura suṃdara dou jorī| nirakhahiṃ chabi jananīṃ tṛna torī|| cāriu sīla rūpa guna dhāmā| tadapi adhika sukhasāgara rāmā|| hṛdaya~ anugraha iṃdu prakāsā| sūcata kirana manohara hāsā|| kabahu~ uchaṃga kabahu~ bara palanā| mātu dulārai kahi priya lalanā|| dohā/soraṭhā byāpaka brahma niraṃjana nirguna bigata binoda| so aja prema bhagati basa kausalyā ke goda||198||

    Meaning

    The guru gave the names after pondering them in his heart, and said, 'O king, your four sons are the very essence of the Veda.' They were the wealth of sages, the whole treasure of devotees, the life breath of Shiva, and they found their pleasure in childish play. From his earliest years Lakshmana knew Rama as his own good and his master, and gave his love to Rama's feet. Bharata and Shatrughna, those two brothers, bore towards one another that love which is the glory of master and servant. Dark and fair, the two pairs were beautiful to look upon; their mothers gazed at that loveliness and broke blades of grass to turn away the evil eye. All four were the seat of good conduct, of beauty and of virtue, and yet Rama, the ocean of joy, was greater still. In his heart shone the moon of grace, and his winning smile gave hint of its rays. Now upon the lap, now in the fine cradle, his mother fondled him, calling him her dear little one. That all-pervading Brahman, stainless, without attributes and beyond all diversion, that unborn one, mastered by love and devotion, lay in Kaushalya's lap.

  199. Verse 199

    caupāī kāma koṭi chabi syāma sarīrā| nīla kaṃja bārida gaṃbhīrā|| aruna carana pakaṃja nakha jotī| kamala dalanhi baiṭhe janu motī|| rekha kulisa dhavaja aṃkura sohe| nūpura dhuni suni muni mana mohe|| kaṭi kiṃkinī udara traya rekhā| nābhi gabhīra jāna jehi dekhā|| bhuja bisāla bhūṣana juta bhūrī| hiya~ hari nakha ati sobhā rūrī|| ura manihāra padika kī sobhā| bipra carana dekhata mana lobhā|| kaṃbu kaṃṭha ati cibuka suhāī| ānana amita madana chabi chāī|| dui dui dasana adhara arunāre| nāsā tilaka ko baranai pāre|| suṃdara śravana sucāru kapolā| ati priya madhura totare bolā|| cikkana kaca kuṃcita gabhuāre| bahu prakāra raci mātu sa~vāre|| pīta jhaguliā tanu pahirāī| jānu pāni bicarani mohi bhāī|| rūpa sakahiṃ nahiṃ kahi śruti seṣā| so jānai sapanehu~ jehi dekhā|| dohā/soraṭhā sukha saṃdoha mohapara gyāna girā gotīta| daṃpati parama prema basa kara sisucarita punīta||199||

    Meaning

    His dark body carries the loveliness of ten million gods of love; he is like a blue lotus, like a deep and heavy rain-cloud. His feet are rosy lotuses, and the light of his nails is as though pearls had been set upon lotus petals. On his soles shine the marks of the thunderbolt, the flag and the sprouting shoot, and the sound of his anklets enchants the minds of sages. At his waist is a tinkling girdle, on his belly three folds, and his navel is so deep that only one who has seen it knows. His arms are broad and heavy with many ornaments, and on his breast is a tiger-claw amulet of rare beauty. There the jewelled necklace with its pendant shines, and the mark of the brahmin's foot upon that breast draws the beholder's mind to itself. His throat is shaped like a conch, his chin is most winning, and over his face is spread the beauty of countless gods of love. Two teeth in each jaw, ruddy lips, and a nose and a forehead mark that no one has the power to describe. Beautiful ears, most graceful cheeks, and a sweet lisping speech that is dear beyond telling. His glossy curling natal hair his mother has dressed and arranged in a hundred fashions. She has clothed his body in a little yellow frock, and his crawling on knees and palms delights my heart. Neither the Vedas nor Shesha can utter that beauty; he alone knows it who has beheld it, if only in a dream. He who is the very mass of bliss, beyond delusion, beyond knowledge, speech and the senses, subdued by the boundless love of the wedded pair, plays out these holy sports of a child.

  200. Verse 200

    caupāī ehi bidhi rāma jagata pitu mātā| kosalapura bāsinha sukhadātā|| jinha raghunātha carana rati mānī| tinha kī yaha gati pragaṭa bhavānī|| raghupati bimukha jatana kara korī| kavana sakai bhava baṃdhana chorī|| jīva carācara basa kai rākhe| so māyā prabhu soṃ bhaya bhākhe|| bhṛkuṭi bilāsa nacāvai tāhī| asa prabhu chāṛi bhajia kahu kāhī|| mana krama bacana chāṛi caturāī| bhajata kṛpā karihahiṃ raghurāī|| ehi bidhi sisubinoda prabhu kīnhā| sakala nagarabāsinha sukha dīnhā|| lai uchaṃga kabahu~ka halarāvai| kabahu~ pālaneṃ ghāli jhulāvai|| dohā/soraṭhā prema magana kausalyā nisi dina jāta na jāna| suta saneha basa mātā bālacarita kara gāna||200||

    Meaning

    In this way Rama, the father and mother of the world, gives joy to the people of the city of Kosala. Such, O Bhavani, is the manifest lot of those who have set their love upon Raghunatha's feet. Let a man turned away from Raghupati make ten million attempts — who can loose him from the bonds of worldly existence? That very Maya who holds all creatures, moving and unmoving, in her power confesses her fear of the Lord, and by a mere play of his eyebrow he sets her dancing. Leaving aside such a Lord, tell me, whom should one worship? Give up all cleverness of thought, deed and word and worship him, and the Lord of Raghus will grant his grace. In this way the Lord carried on his childish play and gave delight to every dweller of the city. Now his mother would take him into her lap and dandle him, now lay him in the cradle and rock him. Sunk in love, Kaushalya did not notice night and day going by; overcome by affection for her son, the mother sang of his childish doings.

  201. Verse 201

    caupāī eka bāra jananīṃ anhavāe| kari siṃgāra palanā~ pauṛhāe|| nija kula iṣṭadeva bhagavānā| pūjā hetu kīnha asnānā|| kari pūjā naibedya caṛhāvā| āpu gaī jaha~ pāka banāvā|| bahuri mātu tahavā~ cali āī| bhojana karata dekha suta jāī|| gai jananī sisu pahiṃ bhayabhītā| dekhā bāla tahā~ puni sūtā|| bahuri āi dekhā suta soī| hṛdaya~ kaṃpa mana dhīra na hoī|| ihā~ uhā~ dui bālaka dekhā| matibhrama mora ki āna biseṣā|| dekhi rāma jananī akulānī| prabhu ha~si dīnha madhura musukānī|| dohā/soraṭhā dekharāvā mātahi nija adabhuta rupa akhaṃḍa| roma roma prati lāge koṭi koṭi brahmaṃḍa|| 201||

    Meaning

    One day the mother bathed him, adorned him and laid him down in the cradle. Then, to worship the family's chosen deity, she bathed herself; and having performed the worship and set out the food offering, she went away to where the cooking was being done. Presently she came back to that place, and going in she saw her son eating the offering. In fear she hurried to where the infant lay, and there she found the boy asleep; she came back once more and saw the same son at his meal. Her heart shook and her mind could get no steadiness, for she had seen two children, one here and one there. 'Is this a delusion of my understanding,' she wondered, 'or is it something else altogether?' Seeing his mother in distress, Rama laughed and gave her a sweet smile, and showed her his own wondrous, undivided form, upon every single pore of which clung universes upon universes past counting.

  202. Verse 202

    caupāī aganita rabi sasi siva caturānana| bahu giri sarita siṃdhu mahi kānana|| kāla karma guna gyāna subhāū| sou dekhā jo sunā na kāū|| dekhī māyā saba bidhi gāṛhī| ati sabhīta joreṃ kara ṭhāṛhī|| dekhā jīva nacāvai jāhī| dekhī bhagati jo chorai tāhī|| tana pulakita mukha bacana na āvā| nayana mūdi caranani siru nāvā|| bisamayavaṃta dekhi mahatārī| bhae bahuri sisurūpa kharārī|| astuti kari na jāi bhaya mānā| jagata pitā maiṃ suta kari jānā|| hari janani bahubidhi samujhāī| yaha jani katahu~ kahasi sunu māī|| dohā/soraṭhā bāra bāra kausalyā binaya karai kara jori|| aba jani kabahū~ byāpai prabhu mohi māyā tori|| 202||

    Meaning

    She saw suns and moons past counting, Shivas and four-faced Brahmas, and multitudes of mountains, rivers, oceans, lands and forests; time, action, the qualities, knowledge and inborn nature — she saw even that of which she had never so much as heard. She saw Maya, mighty by every means, standing with joined palms in great fear; she saw the soul whom Maya makes to dance, and she saw Devotion, who sets that soul free. A thrill ran over her body and no word would come to her mouth; she closed her eyes and bowed her head at his feet. Seeing his mother filled with amazement, the slayer of Khara became a child again. She could frame no hymn of praise, and awe took hold of her: 'The Father of the world, and I have taken him for my son!' Hari reassured her in many ways and said, 'Listen, mother — do not speak of this anywhere.' Again and again Kaushalya joined her palms and entreated him, 'Lord, let your Maya never lay hold on me again.'

  203. Verse 203

    caupāī bālacarita hari bahubidhi kīnhā| ati anaṃda dāsanha kaha~ dīnhā|| kachuka kāla bīteṃ saba bhāī| baṛe bhae parijana sukhadāī|| cūṛākarana kīnha guru jāī| bipranha puni dachinā bahu pāī|| parama manohara carita apārā| karata phirata cāriu sukumārā|| mana krama bacana agocara joī| dasaratha ajira bicara prabhu soī|| bhojana karata bola jaba rājā| nahiṃ āvata taji bāla samājā|| kausalyā jaba bolana jāī| ṭhumaku ṭhumaku prabhu calahiṃ parāī|| nigama neti siva aṃta na pāvā| tāhi dharai jananī haṭhi dhāvā|| dhūrasa dhūri bhareṃ tanu āe| bhūpati bihasi goda baiṭhāe|| dohā/soraṭhā bhojana karata capala cita ita uta avasaru pāi| bhāji cale kilakata mukha dadhi odana lapaṭāi||203||

    Meaning

    Hari performed his childish sports in many fashions and gave great delight to his servants. When some time had passed, all the brothers, the joy of their household, grew bigger; the guru went and performed the tonsure rite, and the brahmins again received abundant gifts. Endless and utterly charming were the doings of the four delicate boys as they went about. He whom mind, deed and speech cannot reach — that very Lord plays about in Dasharatha's courtyard. When the king at his meal calls him, he will not leave his band of playmates and come; when Kaushalya goes to call him, the Lord toddles off in flight. He whom the scriptures approach only with 'not this', whose end even Shiva has not found, the mother runs after and doggedly tries to catch. He comes with his body covered all over in dust, and the king laughs and sets him on his lap. At his meal his mind is restless and darts this way and that; catching his chance he runs off shrieking with glee, his mouth all sticky with curd and rice.

  204. Verse 204

    caupāī bālacarita ati sarala suhāe| sārada seṣa saṃbhu śruti gāe|| jina kara mana inha sana nahiṃ rātā| te jana baṃcita kie bidhātā|| bhae kumāra jabahiṃ saba bhrātā| dīnha janeū guru pitu mātā|| guragṛha~ gae paṛhana raghurāī| alapa kāla bidyā saba āī|| jākī sahaja svāsa śruti cārī| so hari paṛha yaha kautuka bhārī|| bidyā binaya nipuna guna sīlā| khelahiṃ khela sakala nṛpalīlā|| karatala bāna dhanuṣa ati sohā| dekhata rūpa carācara mohā|| jinha bīthinha biharahiṃ saba bhāī| thakita hohiṃ saba loga lugāī|| dohā/soraṭhā kosalapura bāsī nara nāri bṛddha aru bāla| prānahu te priya lāgata saba kahu~ rāma kṛpāla||204||

    Meaning

    His childish deeds, so artless and so lovely, are sung by Sharada, by Shesha, by Shambhu and by the Vedas; and those whose minds are not steeped in them the Creator has left cheated. When all the brothers had reached boyhood, the guru and their parents invested them with the sacred thread. Then the Lord of Raghus went to his teacher's house to study, and in a short while all learning came to him — he whose breath, by its own nature, is the four Vedas now sits and reads, and that is a great marvel. Accomplished in learning and in modesty, rich in virtue and in good conduct, the brothers played all their games in the manner of princes. The arrow and bow in his hand looked exceedingly fine, and at the sight of his beauty all creation, moving and unmoving, was carried away. Through whatever streets the brothers roamed, every man and woman there stood spellbound. To the dwellers of the city of Kosala, men and women, old and young alike, the gracious Rama was more precious than their own lives.

  205. Verse 205

    caupāī baṃdhu sakhā saṃga lehiṃ bolāī| bana mṛgayā nita khelahiṃ jāī|| pāvana mṛga mārahiṃ jiya~ jānī| dina prati nṛpahi dekhāvahiṃ ānī|| je mṛga rāma bāna ke māre| te tanu taji suraloka sidhāre|| anuja sakhā sa~ga bhojana karahīṃ| mātu pitā agyā anusarahīṃ|| jehi bidhi sukhī hohiṃ pura logā| karahiṃ kṛpānidhi soi saṃjogā|| beda purāna sunahiṃ mana lāī| āpu kahahiṃ anujanha samujhāī|| prātakāla uṭhi kai raghunāthā| mātu pitā guru nāvahiṃ māthā|| āyasu māgi karahiṃ pura kājā| dekhi carita haraṣai mana rājā|| dohā/soraṭhā byāpaka akala anīha aja nirguna nāma na rūpa| bhagata hetu nānā bidhi karata caritra anūpa||205||

    Meaning

    Rama would call his brothers and companions together and go out day after day to hunt in the forest. He killed only such deer as he knew in his heart to be holy and fit, and brought them daily to show the king. The deer that fell to Rama's arrows left their bodies and passed to the world of the gods. He took his meals with his younger brothers and friends, and followed the bidding of his mother and father. Whatever would make the people of the city happy, that the storehouse of compassion contrived for them. He listened to the Vedas and Puranas with a rapt mind, and himself expounded them to his younger brothers. Rising at daybreak, Raghunatha would bow his head to mother, father and preceptor, and having asked their leave would attend to the business of the city; watching his ways, the king rejoiced within. He who is all-pervading, partless, without desire, unborn, beyond attributes, name and form, for the sake of his devotees performs peerless deeds in ways past counting.

  206. Verse 206

    caupāī yaha saba carita kahā maiṃ gāī| āgili kathā sunahu mana lāī|| bisvāmitra mahāmuni gyānī| basahi bipina subha āśrama jānī|| jaha~ japa jagya muni karahī| ati mārīca subāhuhi ḍarahīṃ|| dekhata jagya nisācara dhāvahi| karahi upadrava muni dukha pāvahiṃ|| gādhitanaya mana ciṃtā byāpī| hari binu marahi na nisicara pāpī|| taba munivara mana kīnha bicārā| prabhu avatareu harana mahi bhārā|| ehu~ misa dekhauṃ pada jāī| kari binatī ānau dou bhāī|| gyāna birāga sakala guna ayanā| so prabhu mai dekhaba bhari nayanā|| dohā/soraṭhā bahubidhi karata manoratha jāta lāgi nahiṃ bāra| kari majjana saraū jala gae bhūpa darabāra||206||

    Meaning

    All this conduct I have sung; now listen with an attentive mind to the tale that follows. Vishvamitra, the great and enlightened sage, dwelt in the forest, having judged the spot auspicious for his hermitage. There the sages performed their recitations and sacrifices, but greatly feared Maricha and Subahu; for at the sight of a sacrifice the night-rangers would come rushing and work havoc, and the sages suffered. Anxiety filled the mind of Gadhi's son: without Hari these sinful demons will not die. Then the best of sages reflected within himself: the Lord has come down to lift the burden of the earth. On this pretext let me go and look upon his feet, and by entreaty bring away the two brothers. He is the dwelling place of wisdom, dispassion and every virtue; that Lord I shall behold to my eyes' fill. Framing hopes of many kinds he found the journey took him no time at all; and having bathed in the water of the Sarayu, he came to the king's court.

  207. Verse 207

    caupāī muni āgamana sunā jaba rājā| milana gayaū lai bipra samājā|| kari daṃḍavata munihi sanamānī| nija āsana baiṭhārenhi ānī|| carana pakhāri kīnhi ati pūjā| mo sama āju dhanya nahiṃ dūjā|| bibidha bhā~ti bhojana karavāvā| munivara hṛdaya~ haraṣa ati pāvā|| puni caranani mele suta cārī| rāma dekhi muni deha bisārī|| bhae magana dekhata mukha sobhā| janu cakora pūrana sasi lobhā|| taba mana haraṣi bacana kaha rāū| muni asa kṛpā na kīnhihu kāū|| kehi kārana āgamana tumhārā| kahahu so karata na lāvau~ bārā|| asura samūha satāvahiṃ mohī| mai jācana āyau~ nṛpa tohī|| anuja sameta dehu raghunāthā| nisicara badha maiṃ hoba sanāthā|| dohā/soraṭhā dehu bhūpa mana haraṣita tajahu moha agyāna| dharma sujasa prabhu tumha kauṃ inha kaha~ ati kalyāna||207||

    Meaning

    When the king heard of the sage's coming, he went out with a company of brahmins to meet him. Prostrating himself and honouring the sage, he led him in and seated him on his own throne. He washed his feet and worshipped him with great devotion, saying that no one that day was so blessed as himself. He had food of many kinds served, and the great sage was much gladdened at heart. Then he laid his four sons at the sage's feet; and at the sight of Rama the sage forgot his own body. He was lost in the beauty of that face, like a chakora greedy for the full moon. Then the king, rejoicing in mind, said, 'Sage, never before have you shown me such grace. For what reason have you come? Tell me, and I shall lose no time in doing it.' 'Hosts of demons torment me,' said the sage, 'and I have come to beg of you, O king. Give me Raghunatha with his younger brother; with the demons slain I shall have a protector. Give them, O king, with a glad heart, and let go of fondness and unknowing. To you, my lord, will come merit and fair renown, and to them great blessing.'

  208. Verse 208

    caupāī suni rājā ati apriya bānī| hṛdaya kaṃpa mukha duti kumulānī|| cautheṃpana pāyau~ suta cārī| bipra bacana nahiṃ kahehu bicārī|| māgahu bhūmi dhenu dhana kosā| sarbasa deu~ āju saharosā|| deha prāna teṃ priya kachu nāhī| sou muni deu~ nimiṣa eka māhī|| saba suta priya mohi prāna ki nāīṃ| rāma deta nahiṃ banai gosāī|| kaha~ nisicara ati ghora kaṭhorā| kaha~ suṃdara suta parama kisorā|| suni nṛpa girā prema rasa sānī| hṛdaya~ haraṣa mānā muni gyānī|| taba basiṣṭa bahu nidhi samujhāvā| nṛpa saṃdeha nāsa kaha~ pāvā|| ati ādara dou tanaya bolāe| hṛdaya~ lāi bahu bhā~ti sikhāe|| mere prāna nātha suta doū| tumha muni pitā āna nahiṃ koū|| dohā/soraṭhā sauṃpe bhūpa riṣihi suta bahu bidhi dei asīsa| jananī bhavana gae prabhu cale nāi pada sīsa||208(ka)|| puruṣasiṃha dou bīra haraṣi cale muni bhaya harana|| kṛpāsiṃdhu matidhīra akhila bisva kārana karana||208(kha)||

    Meaning

    Hearing words so unwelcome, the king's heart shook and the brightness of his face wilted. 'In my old age I obtained four sons; brahmin, you have not weighed your words. Ask for land, cows, wealth, my treasury — today I would gladly give my all. Nothing is dearer than one's body and breath, and even those, sage, I would hand over in a single instant. All my sons are dear to me as life, but to give up Rama is beyond me, master. Where are those demons, so grim and hard, and where my beautiful sons, scarcely out of boyhood?' Hearing the king's speech steeped in the sweetness of love, the wise sage was glad within. Then Vasishtha counselled him at length, and the king's doubt was undone. With great deference he called his two sons, pressed them to his heart and instructed them in many ways, saying, 'My lord, these two sons are my very life; you, sage, are their father now, and no one else.' So the king made his sons over to the seer, blessing them again and again. The princes went to their mother's apartments, and bowing their heads at her feet set out. The two heroes, lions among men, went gladly to take away the sage's fear — oceans of compassion, steadfast of mind, the cause of causes of the entire universe.

  209. Verse 209

    caupāī aruna nayana ura bāhu bisālā| nīla jalaja tanu syāma tamālā|| kaṭi paṭa pīta kaseṃ bara bhāthā| rucira cāpa sāyaka duhu~ hāthā|| syāma gaura suṃdara dou bhāī| bisbāmitra mahānidhi pāī|| prabhu brahmanyadeva mai jānā| mohi niti pitā tajehu bhagavānā|| cale jāta muni dīnhi dikhāī| suni tāṛakā krodha kari dhāī|| ekahiṃ bāna prāna hari līnhā| dīna jāni tehi nija pada dīnhā|| taba riṣi nija nāthahi jiya~ cīnhī| bidyānidhi kahu~ bidyā dīnhī|| jāte lāga na chudhā pipāsā| atulita bala tanu teja prakāsā|| dohā/soraṭhā āyuṣa saba samarpi kai prabhu nija āśrama āni| kaṃda mūla phala bhojana dīnha bhagati hita jāni||209||

    Meaning

    Reddened eyes, a broad chest and long arms; a body dark as the blue lotus, as the tamala tree; yellow cloth about the waist with a fine quiver strapped over it, and in both hands a lovely bow and arrows. The two brothers were beautiful, one dark and one fair, and in them Vishvamitra had found a great treasure. 'Lord, I have known you as the god who befriends the twice-born,' he said; 'for my sake, Lord, you have left even your father.' As they went along the sage pointed her out, and hearing them Tadaka came running in fury. With a single arrow he took her life, and knowing her forlorn he granted her his own abode. Then the seer recognized his own Master in his heart, and imparted his sacred lore to the very treasury of knowledge — lore by which hunger and thirst never touch one, and the body shines with immeasurable strength and splendour. Bestowing all his weapons upon the Lord, he brought him to his own hermitage and gave him bulbs, roots and fruit to eat, knowing such fare good for devotion.

  210. Verse 210

    caupāī prāta kahā muni sana raghurāī| nirbhaya jagya karahu tumha jāī|| homa karana lāge muni jhārī| āpu rahe makha kīṃ rakhavārī|| suni mārīca nisācara krohī| lai sahāya dhāvā munidrohī|| binu phara bāna rāma tehi mārā| sata jojana gā sāgara pārā|| pāvaka sara subāhu puni mārā| anuja nisācara kaṭaku sa~ghārā|| māri asura dvija nirmayakārī| astuti karahiṃ deva muni jhārī|| taha~ puni kachuka divasa raghurāyā| rahe kīnhi bipranha para dāyā|| bhagati hetu bahu kathā purānā| kahe bipra jadyapi prabhu jānā|| taba muni sādara kahā bujhāī| carita eka prabhu dekhia jāī|| dhanuṣajagya muni raghukula nāthā| haraṣi cale munibara ke sāthā|| āśrama eka dīkha maga māhīṃ| khaga mṛga jīva jaṃtu taha~ nāhīṃ|| pūchā munihi silā prabhu dekhī| sakala kathā muni kahā biseṣī|| dohā/soraṭhā gautama nāri śrāpa basa upala deha dhari dhīra| carana kamala raja cāhati kṛpā karahu raghubīra||210||

    Meaning

    At daybreak Raghurai said to the sage, 'Go now and perform your sacrifice without fear.' All the sages began the oblations, while he himself stayed on guard over the rite. Hearing of it, the wrathful demon Maricha, hater of sages, came rushing with his helpers. Rama struck him with a headless shaft and he was flung a hundred yojanas beyond the sea; then with a shaft of fire he killed Subahu, while his younger brother destroyed the demon host. Having slain the demons and rid the twice-born of fear, he was praised by all the gods and sages. Raghuraya stayed there some days more, showing kindness to the brahmins; and for devotion's sake the brahmins told him many ancient tales, though the Lord knew them already. Then the sage said respectfully, 'Lord, let us go and see a certain event — a bow-sacrifice, O lord of the house of Raghu' — and gladly he set out with the great sage. On the way he saw a hermitage where there was neither bird nor beast nor any living creature. Seeing a slab of stone, the Lord questioned the sage, and the sage told the whole story in detail: Gautama's wife, under a curse, patiently bears the body of a stone, and she longs for the dust of your lotus feet; show her your grace, Raghubira.

  211. Verse 211

    chaṃda parasata pada pāvana soka nasāvana pragaṭa bhaī tapapuṃja sahī| dekhata raghunāyaka jana sukha dāyaka sanamukha hoi kara jori rahī|| ati prema adhīrā pulaka sarīrā mukha nahiṃ āvai bacana kahī| atisaya baṛabhāgī carananhi lāgī jugala nayana jaladhāra bahī|| dhīraju mana kīnhā prabhu kahu~ cīnhā raghupati kṛpā~ bhagati pāī| ati nirmala bānīṃ astuti ṭhānī gyānagamya jaya raghurāī|| mai nāri apāvana prabhu jaga pāvana rāvana ripu jana sukhadāī| rājīva bilocana bhava bhaya mocana pāhi pāhi saranahiṃ āī|| muni śrāpa jo dīnhā ati bhala kīnhā parama anugraha maiṃ mānā| dekheu~ bhari locana hari bhavamocana ihai lābha saṃkara jānā|| binatī prabhu morī maiṃ mati bhorī nātha na māgau~ bara ānā| pada kamala parāgā rasa anurāgā mama mana madhupa karai pānā|| jehiṃ pada surasaritā parama punītā pragaṭa bhaī siva sīsa dharī| soi pada paṃkaja jehi pūjata aja mama sira dhareu kṛpāla harī|| ehi bhā~ti sidhārī gautama nārī bāra bāra hari carana parī| jo ati mana bhāvā so baru pāvā gai patiloka anaṃda bharī||

    Meaning

    The instant his purifying, sorrow-destroying feet touched her, she stood revealed, truly a mass of penance made visible. Seeing Raghunayak, the giver of joy to his servants, she came before him and remained there with folded hands. Impatient with overwhelming love, her body thrilling, she could not bring a single word to her lips. Supremely blessed, she clung to his feet while a stream of tears ran from both her eyes. Then she steadied her mind, recognized the Lord, and by Raghupati's grace obtained devotion; and in words of utter purity she began her praise: 'Victory to Raghurai, who is reached through knowledge. I am an unclean woman, and my Lord is the purifier of the world, the foe of Ravana, the joy of his devotees. Lotus-eyed one, releaser from the fear of worldly existence, save me, save me, for I have come to your refuge. The curse the sage laid upon me he did very well to lay; I have counted it the highest favour, for through it I have beheld with eyes brimming full Hari, the deliverer from the world, and Shankara knows this alone to be true gain. This is my prayer, Lord; my wit is dull, and I ask for no other boon, master, than this: that the bee of my mind may drink the nectar of love in the pollen of your lotus feet. That foot from which the supremely holy river of the gods sprang, the river Shiva bore upon his head, that same lotus foot which Brahma worships, the compassionate Hari has set upon my head.' In this way Gautama's wife took her leave, falling again and again at Hari's feet; having won the very boon her heart most longed for, she went, filled with bliss, to her husband's world.

  212. Verse 212

    caupāī cale rāma lachimana muni saṃgā| gae jahā~ jaga pāvani gaṃgā|| gādhisūnu saba kathā sunāī| jehi prakāra surasari mahi āī|| taba prabhu riṣinha sameta nahāe| bibidha dāna mahidevanhi pāe|| haraṣi cale muni bṛṃda sahāyā| begi bideha nagara niarāyā|| pura ramyatā rāma jaba dekhī| haraṣe anuja sameta biseṣī|| bāpīṃ kūpa sarita sara nānā| salila sudhāsama mani sopānā|| guṃjata maṃju matta rasa bhṛṃgā| kūjata kala bahubarana bihaṃgā|| barana barana bikase bana jātā| tribidha samīra sadā sukhadātā|| dohā/soraṭhā sumana bāṭikā bāga bana bipula bihaṃga nivāsa| phūlata phalata supallavata sohata pura cahu~ pāsa||212||

    Meaning

    Rama and Lakshmana went on in the sage's company and came to the Ganga, purifier of the world. Gadhi's son told them the whole story of how the river of the gods had come down to earth. Then the Lord bathed there together with the sages, and the brahmins received gifts of many kinds. Glad at heart, they travelled on with the band of sages helping them along, and soon drew near the city of Videha. When Rama saw how lovely the city was, he and his younger brother were delighted beyond measure. There were step-wells, wells, streams and lakes without number, their water sweet as nectar and their stairs cut in jewels. Bees drunk on nectar hummed sweetly and birds of many colours called melodiously. Flowers of colour upon colour had opened in the groves, and the threefold breeze, cool and soft and fragrant, gave unfailing delight. Flower gardens, orchards and groves, home to countless birds, in blossom, in fruit and in fresh leaf, made a beautiful sight on all four sides of the city.

  213. Verse 213

    caupāī banai na baranata nagara nikāī| jahā~ jāi mana taha~i~ lobhāī|| cāru bajāru bicitra a~bārī| manimaya bidhi janu svakara sa~vārī|| dhanika banika bara dhanada samānā| baiṭha sakala bastu lai nānā|| cauhaṭa suṃdara galīṃ suhāī| saṃtata rahahiṃ sugaṃdha siṃcāī|| maṃgalamaya maṃdira saba kereṃ| citrita janu ratinātha citereṃ|| pura nara nāri subhaga suci saṃtā| dharamasīla gyānī gunavaṃtā|| ati anūpa jaha~ janaka nivāsū| bithakahiṃ bibudha biloki bilāsū|| hota cakita cita koṭa bilokī| sakala bhuvana sobhā janu rokī|| dohā/soraṭhā dhavala dhāma mani puraṭa paṭa sughaṭita nānā bhā~ti| siya nivāsa suṃdara sadana sobhā kimi kahi jāti||213||

    Meaning

    The beauty of the city was past all describing: wherever the mind wandered, there it was captivated. The market was fair and the balconies wonderful, all set with gems, as though the Creator had fashioned them with his own hands. Wealthy merchants, each the equal of the lord of riches, sat with goods of every kind about them. The crossings were handsome and the lanes charming, kept always sprinkled with perfume. Every house was auspicious, and so painted that the lord of Rati himself seemed to have been the painter. The men and women of the city were comely, pure and saintly, righteous, wise and rich in virtue. Beyond all comparison was the place where Janaka dwelt; even the gods stood spellbound to behold its splendour. The mind was struck with wonder at the sight of the ramparts, as though the beauty of every world had been caught and held within them. White mansions worked in many fashions with gems and cloth of gold, and among them the beautiful palace where Sita dwelt: how can its splendour be told?

  214. Verse 214

    caupāī subhaga dvāra saba kulisa kapāṭā| bhūpa bhīra naṭa māgadha bhāṭā|| banī bisāla bāji gaja sālā| haya gaya ratha saṃkula saba kālā|| sūra saciva senapa bahutere| nṛpagṛha sarisa sadana saba kere|| pura bāhera sara sārita samīpā| utare jaha~ taha~ bipula mahīpā|| dekhi anūpa eka a~varāī| saba supāsa saba bhā~ti suhāī|| kausika kaheu mora manu mānā| ihā~ rahia raghubīra sujānā|| bhalehiṃ nātha kahi kṛpāniketā| utare taha~ munibṛṃda sametā|| bisvāmitra mahāmuni āe| samācāra mithilāpati pāe|| dohā/soraṭhā saṃga saciva suci bhūri bhaṭa bhūsura bara gura gyāti| cale milana munināyakahi mudita rāu ehi bhā~ti||214||

    Meaning

    The gateways were fair and their doors as strong as adamant, and there thronged kings, dancers, bards and panegyrists. Great stables had been raised for horses and elephants, and the place was crowded at every hour with horses, elephants and chariots. There were warriors, ministers and commanders past counting, and the house of each of them was like a king's own palace. Outside the city, near the lakes and streams, numberless kings had encamped here and there. Seeing a mango grove without an equal, convenient in every respect and pleasing on every side, Kaushika said, 'This place has taken my mind; let us stay here, wise Raghubira.' 'Very well, my lord,' said the abode of compassion, and they halted there with the whole company of sages. Word reached the lord of Mithila that the great sage Vishvamitra had come. With his trusted ministers, a host of warriors, brahmins, his honoured preceptor and his kinsmen, the king set out in this manner, full of gladness, to meet the chief of sages.

  215. Verse 215

    caupāī kīnha pranāmu carana dhari māthā| dīnhi asīsa mudita munināthā|| biprabṛṃda saba sādara baṃde| jāni bhāgya baṛa rāu anaṃde|| kusala prasna kahi bārahiṃ bārā| bisvāmitra nṛpahi baiṭhārā|| tehi avasara āe dou bhāī| gae rahe dekhana phulavāī|| syāma gaura mṛdu bayasa kisorā| locana sukhada bisva cita corā|| uṭhe sakala jaba raghupati āe| bisvāmitra nikaṭa baiṭhāe|| bhae saba sukhī dekhi dou bhrātā| bāri bilocana pulakita gātā|| mūrati madhura manohara dekhī| bhayau bidehu bidehu biseṣī|| dohā/soraṭhā prema magana manu jāni nṛpu kari bibeku dhari dhīra| boleu muni pada nāi siru gadagada girā gabhīra||215||

    Meaning

    The king made obeisance, laying his head upon the sage's feet, and the lord of sages gladly gave his blessing. He greeted all the assembled brahmins with reverence, and the king rejoiced, knowing his fortune to be great. Asking after his welfare again and again, Vishvamitra seated the king beside him. At that very moment the two brothers came in, having gone to see the garden: one dark and one fair, tender in years and in the first of youth, a delight to the eye and thieves of the whole world's heart. Everyone rose when Raghupati came, and Vishvamitra seated them near himself. All grew happy at the sight of the two brothers; tears filled their eyes and their bodies thrilled. Beholding that sweet, enchanting form, Videha became bodiless indeed, lost to all thought of the body as never before. Knowing his own mind to be drowned in love, the king summoned his discernment and gathered patience; then, bowing his head at the sage's feet, he spoke in a voice both faltering and deep.

  216. Verse 216

    caupāī kahahu nātha suṃdara dou bālaka| munikula tilaka ki nṛpakula pālaka|| brahma jo nigama neti kahi gāvā| ubhaya beṣa dhari kī soi āvā|| sahaja birāgarupa manu morā| thakita hota jimi caṃda cakorā|| tāte prabhu pūchau~ satibhāū| kahahu nātha jani karahu durāū|| inhahi bilokata ati anurāgā| barabasa brahmasukhahi mana tyāgā|| kaha muni bihasi kahehu nṛpa nīkā| bacana tumhāra na hoi alīkā|| e priya sabahi jahā~ lagi prānī| mana musukāhiṃ rāmu suni bānī|| raghukula mani dasaratha ke jāe| mama hita lāgi naresa paṭhāe|| dohā/soraṭhā rāmu lakhanu dou baṃdhubara rūpa sīla bala dhāma| makha rākheu sabu sākhi jagu jite asura saṃgrāma||216||

    Meaning

    'Tell me, my lord: these two lovely boys, are they the crown of some sage's line, or the guardians of a royal house? That Brahman whom the Vedas sing of only as "not this, not this" - has it taken two forms and come here? My mind is by its very nature made of dispassion, and yet it stands still and spellbound as the chakor before the moon. That is why, my lord, I ask in all sincerity; tell me, master, and conceal nothing. Looking upon them, such love wells up in me that my mind has let go of the bliss of Brahman against its own will.' The sage said with a smile, 'You have spoken rightly, O king; no word of yours can be false. They are dear to every living creature there is.' Rama smiled within himself at hearing this. 'They are the sons of Dasharatha, jewel of the Raghu line, and the king sent them here for my sake. Rama and Lakshmana, the two noble brothers, are the abode of beauty, of character and of strength; they guarded my whole sacrifice, and the world is my witness, and in battle they conquered the demons.'

  217. Verse 217

    caupāī muni tava carana dekhi kaha rāū| kahi na sakau~ nija punya prābhāū|| suṃdara syāma gaura dou bhrātā| āna~dahū ke āna~da dātā|| inha kai prīti parasapara pāvani| kahi na jāi mana bhāva suhāvani|| sunahu nātha kaha mudita bidehū| brahma jīva iva sahaja sanehū|| puni puni prabhuhi citava naranāhū| pulaka gāta ura adhika uchāhū|| mrunihi prasaṃsi nāi pada sīsū| caleu lavāi nagara avanīsū|| suṃdara sadanu sukhada saba kālā| tahā~ bāsu lai dīnha bhuālā|| kari pūjā saba bidhi sevakāī| gayau rāu gṛha bidā karāī|| dohā/soraṭhā riṣaya saṃga raghubaṃsa mani kari bhojanu biśrāmu| baiṭhe prabhu bhrātā sahita divasu rahā bhari jāmu||217||

    Meaning

    The king said, 'Sage, beholding your feet I cannot tell what power of merit is mine. These two brothers, one dark and one fair, are beautiful; they give joy even to Joy itself. Their love for one another is holy, and so winning to the mind that it cannot be described.' Videha said gladly, 'Hear me, lord, their affection is as natural as that between Brahman and the individual soul.' Again and again the king gazed upon the Lord, his body thrilling, his heart full of eagerness. Praising the sage and laying his head at his feet, the lord of the earth led them into the city. He gave them lodging in a beautiful palace, pleasant in every season, and when he had worshipped them and rendered every kind of service, the king took his leave and went home. With the sages, the jewel of Raghu's line took food and rest, and the Lord sat with his brother while a full watch of the day still remained.

  218. Verse 218

    caupāī lakhana hṛdaya~ lālasā biseṣī| jāi janakapura āia dekhī|| prabhu bhaya bahuri munihi sakucāhīṃ| pragaṭa na kahahiṃ manahiṃ musukāhīṃ|| rāma anuja mana kī gati jānī| bhagata bachalatā hiṃya~ hulasānī|| parama binīta sakuci musukāī| bole gura anusāsana pāī|| nātha lakhanu puru dekhana cahahīṃ| prabhu sakoca ḍara pragaṭa na kahahīṃ|| jauṃ rāura āyasu maiṃ pāvauṃ| nagara dekhāi turata lai āvau|| suni munīsu kaha bacana saprītī| kasa na rāma tumha rākhahu nītī|| dharama setu pālaka tumha tātā| prema bibasa sevaka sukhadātā|| dohā/soraṭhā jāi dekhī āvahu nagaru sukha nidhāna dou bhāi| karahu suphala saba ke nayana suṃdara badana dekhāi||218||

    Meaning

    Lakshmana felt a keen longing in his heart to go and see Janaka's city, but awe of the Lord and shyness before the sage kept him from saying so; he only smiled within himself. Rama read the state of his younger brother's mind, and tenderness towards his devotees welled up in his heart. With utmost humility, bashful and smiling, he spoke when the guru gave him leave: 'Lord, Lakshmana wishes to see the city, but out of deference to me and out of fear he does not say so openly. If I have your command, I shall show him the city and bring him straight back.' Hearing this the lord of sages said fondly, 'Why would you not keep to what is right, Rama? You are the guardian of the bridge of dharma, dear child, and, mastered by love, a giver of joy to those who serve you. Go, both of you, treasuries of happiness, look at the city and return; make everyone's eyes fruitful by letting them see your beautiful faces.'

  219. Verse 219

    caupāī muni pada kamala baṃdi dou bhrātā| cale loka locana sukha dātā|| bālaka bṛṃdi dekhi ati sobhā| lage saṃga locana manu lobhā|| pīta basana parikara kaṭi bhāthā| cāru cāpa sara sohata hāthā|| tana anuharata sucaṃdana khorī| syāmala gaura manohara jorī|| kehari kaṃdhara bāhu bisālā| ura ati rucira nāgamani mālā|| subhaga sona sarasīruha locana| badana mayaṃka tāpatraya mocana|| kānanhi kanaka phūla chabi dehīṃ| citavata citahi cori janu lehīṃ|| citavani cāru bhṛkuṭi bara bā~kī| tilaka rekhā sobhā janu cā~kī|| dohā/soraṭhā rucira cautanīṃ subhaga sira mecaka kuṃcita kesa| nakha sikha suṃdara baṃdhu dou sobhā sakala sudesa||219||

    Meaning

    Bowing at the sage's lotus feet, the two brothers set out, they who give delight to the eyes of the world. Crowds of boys, seeing their great beauty, fell in behind them, their eyes and minds captivated. They wore yellow garments, quivers bound at the waist in their girdles, and lovely bow and arrows shone in their hands; streaks of fine sandal paste were drawn to match the colouring of their bodies, a dark youth and a fair one, an enchanting pair. Their necks were like a lion's and their arms long, and on their breasts hung most lovely necklaces of serpent-gems. Their eyes were fair red lotuses, their faces moons that release the beholder from the threefold affliction; golden flowers in their ears lent them beauty, and their glance, as it fell, seemed to steal the heart away. Their look was charming, their fine brows arched, the line of the tilak as though beauty itself had been burnished there. Handsome four-cornered caps sat upon their comely heads above dark curling hair; from nail to crown both brothers were beautiful, and every grace stood in its proper place.

  220. Verse 220

    caupāī dekhana nagaru bhūpasuta āe| samācāra purabāsinha pāe|| dhāe dhāma kāma saba tyāgī| manahu raṃka nidhi lūṭana lāgī|| nirakhi sahaja suṃdara dou bhāī| hohiṃ sukhī locana phala pāī|| jubatīṃ bhavana jharokhanhi lāgīṃ| nirakhahiṃ rāma rūpa anurāgīṃ|| kahahiṃ parasapara bacana saprītī| sakhi inha koṭi kāma chabi jītī|| sura nara asura nāga muni māhīṃ| sobhā asi kahu~ suniati nāhīṃ|| biṣnu cāri bhuja bighi mukha cārī| bikaṭa beṣa mukha paṃca purārī|| apara deu asa kou na āhī| yaha chabi sakhi paṭataria jāhī|| dohā/soraṭhā baya kisora suṣamā sadana syāma gaura sukha ghāma| aṃga aṃga para vāriahiṃ koṭi koṭi sata kāma||220||

    Meaning

    The townspeople learnt that the king's sons had come to see the city, and they ran out, leaving house and work behind, as though paupers had fallen upon a treasure to plunder it. Beholding the two brothers, beautiful by their very nature, they were made happy and their eyes won their reward. Young women pressed to the lattices of their houses and gazed with love upon Rama's beauty, saying fondly to one another, 'Friend, these two have outdone the loveliness of ten million Kamas. Among gods and men, among demons, serpents and sages, such beauty is nowhere heard of. Vishnu has four arms, Brahma four faces, and Shiva, foe of the cities, has five faces and a fearsome garb; there is no other god, friend, with whom this beauty may be compared. Youthful in years, houses of loveliness, one dark and one fair, sunshine of happiness; over each of their limbs let a hundred times ten million Kamas be sacrificed.'

  221. Verse 221

    caupāī kahahu sakhī asa ko tanudhārī| jo na moha yaha rūpa nihārī|| kou saprema bolī mṛdu bānī| jo maiṃ sunā so sunahu sayānī|| e doū dasaratha ke ḍhoṭā| bāla marālanhi ke kala joṭā|| muni kausika makha ke rakhavāre| jinha rana ajira nisācara māre|| syāma gāta kala kaṃja bilocana| jo mārīca subhuja madu mocana|| kausalyā suta so sukha khānī| nāmu rāmu dhanu sāyaka pānī|| gaura kisora beṣu bara kācheṃ| kara sara cāpa rāma ke pācheṃ|| lachimanu nāmu rāma laghu bhrātā| sunu sakhi tāsu sumitrā mātā|| dohā/soraṭhā biprakāju kari baṃdhu dou maga munibadhū udhāri| āe dekhana cāpamakha suni haraṣīṃ saba nāri||221||

    Meaning

    'Tell me, friend, what creature clothed in a body would not be bewitched at the sight of such beauty?' Then one of them spoke lovingly in a soft voice, 'Hear, wise one, what I have heard. These two are Dasharatha's sons, a graceful pair like young swans. They are the guards of sage Kaushika's sacrifice, and they killed the night-rangers on the field of battle. He whose limbs are dark and whose eyes are lovely lotuses, who broke the pride of Maricha and Subahu, is Kaushalya's son, that mine of happiness; his name is Rama, and he holds bow and arrow in his hands. The fair youth behind Rama, finely dressed, with arrow and bow in his hands, is named Lakshmana, Rama's younger brother; hear, friend, Sumitra is his mother. Having done the brahmin's work and delivered the sage's wife on the way, the two brothers have come to see the sacrifice of the bow.' Hearing this, all the women rejoiced.

  222. Verse 222

    caupāī dekhi rāma chabi kou eka kahaī| jogu jānakihi yaha baru ahaī|| jau sakhi inhahi dekha naranāhū| pana parihari haṭhi karai bibāhū|| kou kaha e bhūpati pahicāne| muni sameta sādara sanamāne|| sakhi paraṃtu panu rāu na tajaī| bidhi basa haṭhi abibekahi bhajaī|| kou kaha jauṃ bhala ahai bidhātā| saba kaha~ sunia ucita phaladātā|| tau jānakihi milihi baru ehū| nāhina āli ihā~ saṃdehū|| jau bidhi basa asa banai sa~jogū| tau kṛtakṛtya hoi saba logū|| sakhi hamareṃ ārati ati tāteṃ| kabahu~ka e āvahiṃ ehi nāteṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā nāhiṃ ta hama kahu~ sunahu sakhi inha kara darasanu dūri| yaha saṃghaṭu taba hoi jaba punya purākṛta bhūri||222||

    Meaning

    Seeing Rama's beauty one of them said, 'This is the bridegroom fit for Janaki. Friend, if the king were to see him, he would give up his vow and press the marriage through by force.' Another said, 'The king has recognized them, and along with the sage he honoured them respectfully. But friend, the king does not let go of his vow; under the sway of fate he clings stubbornly to folly.' Another said, 'If the Creator is good, and, as we hear, gives everyone the fruit that is fitting, then Janaki will win this very bridegroom; there is no doubt in it, friend. If by fate such a union is brought about, then all people will have their lives fulfilled. Friend, our longing is so great for this reason, that through such a tie they might sometimes come here. Otherwise, listen friend, the sight of them lies far from us; such a meeting comes about only when merit heaped up in former lives is abundant.'

  223. Verse 223

    caupāī bolī apara kahehu sakhi nīkā| ehiṃ biāha ati hita sabahīṃ kā|| kou kaha saṃkara cāpa kaṭhorā| e syāmala mṛdugāta kisorā|| sabu asamaṃjasa ahai sayānī| yaha suni apara kahai mṛdu bānī|| sakhi inha kaha~ kou kou asa kahahīṃ| baṛa prabhāu dekhata laghu ahahīṃ|| parasi jāsu pada paṃkaja dhūrī| tarī ahalyā kṛta agha bhūrī|| so ki rahihi binu sivadhanu toreṃ| yaha pratīti pariharia na bhoreṃ|| jehiṃ biraṃci raci sīya sa~vārī| tehiṃ syāmala baru raceu bicārī|| tāsu bacana suni saba haraṣānīṃ| aisei hou kahahiṃ mudu bānī|| dohā/soraṭhā hiya~ haraṣahiṃ baraṣahiṃ sumana sumukhi sulocani bṛṃda| jāhiṃ jahā~ jaha~ baṃdhu dou taha~ taha~ paramānaṃda||223||

    Meaning

    Another woman spoke up: 'Friend, you have put it well — this marriage is greatly to the good of everyone.' One of them says, 'But Shankara's bow is a hard, unyielding thing, and this dark-hued one is a youth of tender limbs; it is all a quandary, wise friend.' Hearing this, another answers in a soft voice: 'Friend, there are some who say of him that his power is great, though to the eye he seems slight. He by the touch of whose lotus-foot dust Ahalya, laden with grievous sin, was carried across — will he sit still without breaking Shiva's bow? Do not let go of that confidence, not even by a slip of the mind. The Creator who fashioned Sita and made her lovely has, after due thought, fashioned this dark bridegroom as well.' Hearing her words they were all delighted and said in gentle voices, 'May it be exactly so.' The throng of fair-faced, lovely-eyed women rejoice in their hearts and rain down flowers; wherever the two brothers go, there is supreme bliss.

  224. Verse 224

    caupāī pura pūraba disi ge dou bhāī| jaha~ dhanumakha hita bhūmi banāī|| ati bistāra cāru gaca ḍhārī| bimala bedikā rucira sa~vārī|| cahu~ disi kaṃcana maṃca bisālā| race jahā~ beṭhahiṃ mahipālā|| tehi pācheṃ samīpa cahu~ pāsā| apara maṃca maṃḍalī bilāsā|| kachuka ū~ci saba bhā~ti suhāī| baiṭhahiṃ nagara loga jaha~ jāī|| tinha ke nikaṭa bisāla suhāe| dhavala dhāma bahubarana banāe|| jaha~ baiṃṭhaiṃ dekhahiṃ saba nārī| jathā jogu nija kula anuhārī|| pura bālaka kahi kahi mṛdu bacanā| sādara prabhuhi dekhāvahiṃ racanā|| dohā/soraṭhā saba sisu ehi misa premabasa parasi manohara gāta| tana pulakahiṃ ati haraṣu hiya~ dekhi dekhi dou bhrāta||224||

    Meaning

    The two brothers went to the eastern quarter of the city, where the ground had been made ready for the bow-sacrifice. It was very wide, floored with a beautiful polished pavement, and on it a spotless altar had been raised and charmingly adorned. On all four sides stood great platforms of gold, built for the kings to sit upon, and behind these, close by on every side, shone a second ring of platforms, somewhat higher and pleasing in every way, where the townspeople would come and take their places. Near them were spacious and handsome white mansions, made in many colours, where all the women would sit and watch, each as befitted the standing of her family. The boys of the city, speaking soft words all the while, respectfully showed the Lord every part of the construction. On this pretext each child, mastered by love, touched those enchanting limbs; their bodies thrilled and their hearts filled with joy as they gazed and gazed at the two brothers.

  225. Verse 225

    caupāī sisu saba rāma premabasa jāne| prīti sameta niketa bakhāne|| nija nija ruci saba leṃhiṃ bolāī| sahita saneha jāhiṃ dou bhāī|| rāma dekhāvahiṃ anujahi racanā| kahi mṛdu madhura manohara bacanā|| lava nimeṣa maha~ bhuvana nikāyā| racai jāsu anusāsana māyā|| bhagati hetu soi dīnadayālā| citavata cakita dhanuṣa makhasālā|| kautuka dekhi cale guru pāhīṃ| jāni bilaṃbu trāsa mana māhīṃ|| jāsu trāsa ḍara kahu~ ḍara hoī| bhajana prabhāu dekhāvata soī|| kahi bāteṃ mṛdu madhura suhāīṃ| kie bidā bālaka bariāī|| dohā/soraṭhā sabhaya saprema binīta ati sakuca sahita dou bhāi| gura pada paṃkaja nāi sira baiṭhe āyasu pāi||225||

    Meaning

    Rama understood that the children were all in the grip of love, and with affection he praised the buildings they showed him. Each one called the brothers to whatever he himself liked best, and the two went along with them fondly. Rama pointed out the arrangements to his younger brother, speaking soft, sweet and winning words. He at whose command Maya fashions whole hosts of worlds in the space of an instant — that same Lord, merciful to the lowly, for devotion's sake gazed in wonder at the hall of the bow-sacrifice. Having seen the spectacle they set off towards their preceptor, uneasy in mind at having stayed so long: he of whom fear itself is afraid was displaying the power of devotion. With gentle, sweet and pleasant words they took leave of the children, and only by insisting could they get away. Then, awed, loving, humble and full of diffidence, the two brothers bowed their heads at the preceptor's lotus feet and sat down when he gave them leave.

  226. Verse 226

    caupāī nisi prabesa muni āyasu dīnhā| sabahīṃ saṃdhyābaṃdanu kīnhā|| kahata kathā itihāsa purānī| rucira rajani juga jāma sirānī|| munibara sayana kīnhi taba jāī| lage carana cāpana dou bhāī|| jinha ke carana saroruha lāgī| karata bibidha japa joga birāgī|| tei dou baṃdhu prema janu jīte| gura pada kamala paloṭata prīte|| bārabāra muni agyā dīnhī| raghubara jāi sayana taba kīnhī|| cāpata carana lakhanu ura lāe~| sabhaya saprema parama sacu pāe~|| puni puni prabhu kaha sovahu tātā| pauṛhe dhari ura pada jalajātā|| dohā/soraṭhā uṭhe lakhana nisi bigata suni arunasikhā dhuni kāna|| gura teṃ pahilehiṃ jagatapati jāge rāmu sujāna||226||

    Meaning

    As night came on the sage gave the word, and all performed the evening devotions. Old tales and histories were told, and two watches of the lovely night slipped away. Then the great sage went and lay down, and the two brothers set to pressing his feet — they for the sake of whose own lotus feet dispassionate men practise every kind of muttered prayer and yoga now kneaded their preceptor's lotus feet with love, as though love itself had conquered them. Again and again the sage bade them stop, and then Raghubara went and lay down. Lakshmana pressed his feet and held them against his breast, awed and loving, finding supreme happiness in it. Over and over the Lord said, 'Sleep now, dear brother,' and Lakshmana lay down with those lotus feet clasped to his heart. When the night was spent Lakshmana rose, the cock's crow sounding in his ears; but before their preceptor stirred, the all-knowing Lord of the world, Rama, had already awakened.

  227. Verse 227

    caupāī sakala sauca kari jāi nahāe| nitya nibāhi munihi sira nāe|| samaya jāni gura āyasu pāī| lena prasūna cale dou bhāī|| bhūpa bāgu bara dekheu jāī| jaha~ basaṃta ritu rahī lobhāī|| lāge biṭapa manohara nānā| barana barana bara beli bitānā|| nava pallava phala sumāna suhāe| nija saṃpati sura rūkha lajāe|| cātaka kokila kīra cakorā| kūjata bihaga naṭata kala morā|| madhya bāga saru soha suhāvā| mani sopāna bicitra banāvā|| bimala salilu sarasija bahuraṃgā| jalakhaga kūjata guṃjata bhṛṃgā|| dohā/soraṭhā bāgu taṛāgu biloki prabhu haraṣe baṃdhu sameta| parama ramya ārāmu yahu jo rāmahi sukha deta||227||

    Meaning

    They completed every purification, went and bathed, and having finished the daily rites bowed their heads to the sage. Judging the hour right and receiving their preceptor's leave, the two brothers set out to gather flowers. They came and saw the king's fine garden, where the spring season lingered as though held captive by its charm. Many enchanting trees had been planted there, and fine creepers of colour upon colour made canopies overhead; with their fresh leaves, fruit and blossom, so lovely to see, they put the trees of the gods to shame by their own abundance. Chataka and cuckoo, parrot and chakora — the birds warbled, and the peacocks danced gracefully. In the middle of the garden a beautiful lake shone, with wonderfully wrought steps of jewels; its water was clear, its lotuses of many hues, water birds calling and bees humming above it. Beholding the garden and the pool the Lord was delighted, and his brother with him: a supremely charming pleasure-ground indeed is this, which gives joy to Rama.

  228. Verse 228

    caupāī cahu~ disi citai pū~chi māligana| lage lena dala phūla mudita mana|| tehi avasara sītā taha~ āī| girijā pūjana janani paṭhāī|| saṃga sakhīṃ saba subhaga sayānī| gāvahiṃ gīta manohara bānī|| sara samīpa girijā gṛha sohā| barani na jāi dekhi manu mohā|| majjanu kari sara sakhinha sametā| gaī mudita mana gauri niketā|| pūjā kīnhi adhika anurāgā| nija anurūpa subhaga baru māgā|| eka sakhī siya saṃgu bihāī| gaī rahī dekhana phulavāī|| tehi dou baṃdhu biloke jāī| prema bibasa sītā pahiṃ āī|| dohā/soraṭhā tāsu dasā dekhi sakhinha pulaka gāta jalu naina| kahu kāranu nija haraṣa kara pūchahi saba mṛdu baina||228||

    Meaning

    Looking about them on every side and asking the gardeners, they began with glad hearts to gather leaves and blossoms. Just at that moment Sita came there, sent by her mother to worship Girija. With her were all her companions, fair and quick-witted, singing songs in charming voices. Beside the lake stood Girija's shrine, so lovely that it could not be described; the mind was captivated at the sight of it. Having bathed in the lake with her companions, Sita went with a glad heart to Gauri's temple, worshipped there with deep love, and asked for a fair bridegroom who would match her. One companion had left Sita's side and gone off to look at the flower garden; there she saw the two brothers, and came back to Sita quite overcome with love. Seeing the state she was in — her body thrilling, her eyes brimming — the companions all asked her in soft words to tell them the cause of her joy.

  229. Verse 229

    caupāī dekhana bāgu kua~ra dui āe| baya kisora saba bhā~ti suhāe|| syāma gaura kimi kahauṃ bakhānī| girā anayana nayana binu bānī|| suni haraṣīṃ saba sakhīṃ sayānī| siya hiya~ ati utakaṃṭhā jānī|| eka kahai nṛpasuta tei ālī| sune je muni sa~ga āe kālī|| jinha nija rūpa mohanī ḍārī| kīnha svabasa nagara nara nārī|| baranata chabi jaha~ taha~ saba logū| avasi dekhiahiṃ dekhana jogū|| tāsu vacana ati siyahi suhāne| darasa lāgi locana akulāne|| calī agra kari priya sakhi soī| prīti purātana lakhai na koī|| dohā/soraṭhā sumiri sīya nārada bacana upajī prīti punīta|| cakita bilokati sakala disi janu sisu mṛgī sabhīta||229||

    Meaning

    A companion said, 'Two princes have come to see the garden, both in the bloom of boyhood and lovely in every way. One is dark, one is fair - how shall I set them out in words? Speech cannot see, and the eyes cannot speak.' Hearing this, all the clever companions were delighted, for they knew the great eagerness in Sita's heart. One of them said, 'Friend, these are those very sons of a king whom we heard of, who came yesterday with the sage - who cast the spell of their beauty over the city and made every man and woman there their own. People everywhere are talking of their loveliness; they must certainly be seen, for they are worth the seeing.' Her words pleased Sita greatly, and her eyes grew restless for the sight. She walked on, putting that dear friend ahead of her, and no one could perceive the love of an older birth. Remembering Narada's words, a holy love arose in Sita, and she looked about her on every side in wonder, like a startled fawn.

  230. Verse 230

    caupāī kaṃkana kiṃkini nūpura dhuni suni| kahata lakhana sana rāmu hṛdaya~ guni|| mānahu~ madana duṃdubhī dīnhī||manasā bisva bijaya kaha~ kīnhī|| asa kahi phiri citae tehi orā| siya mukha sasi bhae nayana cakorā|| bhae bilocana cāru acaṃcala| manahu~ sakuci nimi taje digaṃcala|| dekhi sīya sobhā sukhu pāvā| hṛdaya~ sarāhata bacanu na āvā|| janu biraṃci saba nija nipunāī| biraci bisva kaha~ pragaṭi dekhāī|| suṃdaratā kahu~ suṃdara karaī| chabigṛha~ dīpasikhā janu baraī|| saba upamā kabi rahe juṭhārī| kehiṃ paṭatarauṃ bidehakumārī|| dohā/soraṭhā siya sobhā hiya~ barani prabhu āpani dasā bicāri| bole suci mana anuja sana bacana samaya anuhāri||230||

    Meaning

    Hearing the sound of bangles, girdle-bells and anklets, Rama pondered within himself and said to Lakshmana that it was as though Love had beaten his kettledrum, having set his mind upon the conquest of the world. Saying this he turned and looked that way, and at the moon of Sita's face his eyes became chakora birds. His beautiful eyes grew wholly still, as if Nimi, whose seat is in the eyelids, had drawn back in shyness to the ends of the quarters. Beholding Sita's beauty he was filled with joy; he praised her within his heart, but no words came. It was as though Brahma had gathered up all his own skill, fashioned her, and set her before the universe to be seen. She makes beauty itself beautiful - as if a lamp-flame were burning in a hall of pictures. The poets have left every simile second-hand and used; with what, then, shall I compare the daughter of Videha? Having told over Sita's beauty in his heart and considered his own condition, the pure-minded Lord spoke to his younger brother words suited to the hour.

  231. Verse 231

    caupāī tāta janakatanayā yaha soī| dhanuṣajagya jehi kārana hoī|| pūjana gauri sakhīṃ lai āī| karata prakāsu phirai phulavāī|| jāsu biloki alokika sobhā| sahaja punīta mora manu chobhā|| so sabu kārana jāna bidhātā| pharakahiṃ subhada aṃga sunu bhrātā|| raghubaṃsinha kara sahaja subhāū| manu kupaṃtha pagu dharai na kāū|| mohi atisaya pratīti mana kerī| jehiṃ sapanehu~ paranāri na herī|| jinha kai lahahiṃ na ripu rana pīṭhī| nahiṃ pāvahiṃ paratiya manu ḍīṭhī|| maṃgana lahahi na jinha kai nāhīṃ| te narabara thore jaga māhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā karata batakahi anuja sana mana siya rūpa lobhāna| mukha saroja makaraṃda chabi karai madhupa iva pāna||231||

    Meaning

    'Brother, this is that same daughter of Janaka for whose sake the sacrifice of the bow is being held. Her companions have brought her here to worship Gauri, and she moves about the garden shedding light. Seeing her unearthly beauty, my mind, pure by its own nature, has been stirred. The Creator alone knows the reason for all this; but listen, brother - my limbs are throbbing with a favourable omen. It is the natural way of the house of Raghu that the mind never sets its foot upon a crooked path. I have entire trust in this mind of mine, which has never, even in a dream, looked upon another man's wife. Those whose backs no enemy sees in battle, whose mind and gaze another's wife never wins, and from whom a beggar never hears a refusal - such excellent men are few in this world.' Even as he talked with his younger brother, his mind was enamoured of Sita's beauty, drinking in like a bee the honeyed loveliness of her lotus face.

  232. Verse 232

    caupāī citavahi cakita cahū~ disi sītā| kaha~ gae nṛpakisora manu ciṃtā|| jaha~ biloka mṛga sāvaka nainī| janu taha~ barisa kamala sita śrenī|| latā oṭa taba sakhinha lakhāe| syāmala gaura kisora suhāe|| dekhi rūpa locana lalacāne| haraṣe janu nija nidhi pahicāne|| thake nayana raghupati chabi dekheṃ| palakanhihū~ pariharīṃ nimeṣeṃ|| adhika saneha~ deha bhai bhorī| sarada sasihi janu citava cakorī|| locana maga rāmahi ura ānī| dīnhe palaka kapāṭa sayānī|| jaba siya sakhinha premabasa jānī| kahi na sakahiṃ kachu mana sakucānī|| dohā/soraṭhā latābhavana teṃ pragaṭa bhe tehi avasara dou bhāi| nikase janu juga bimala bidhu jalada paṭala bilagāi||232||

    Meaning

    Sita looked about her on all four sides in bewilderment, troubled in mind: where had the young princes gone? Wherever the fawn-eyed one turned her glance, it was as though rows of white lotuses rained down there. Then her companions pointed them out behind the screen of creepers - the two lovely youths, the dark one and the fair. At the sight of that beauty her eyes grew covetous, and rejoiced as though they had recognized a treasure of their own. Her eyes were arrested, beholding Raghupati's loveliness, and even her lids let go of blinking. In the excess of her love her body lost all sense of itself, as a chakori gazes at the autumn moon. Bringing Rama into her heart by the road of her eyes, the clever one then shut the doors of her eyelids upon him. When the companions saw Sita so mastered by love, they could say nothing, abashed in their own hearts. At that very moment the two brothers came forth from the bower of creepers, as though two spotless moons had emerged, parting a curtain of cloud.

  233. Verse 233

    caupāī sobhā sīva~ subhaga dou bīrā| nīla pīta jalajābha sarīrā|| morapaṃkha sira sohata nīke| guccha bīca bica kusuma kalī ke|| bhāla tilaka śramabiṃdu suhāe| śravana subhaga bhūṣana chabi chāe|| bikaṭa bhṛkuṭi kaca ghūgharavāre| nava saroja locana ratanāre|| cāru cibuka nāsikā kapolā| hāsa bilāsa leta manu molā|| mukhachabi kahi na jāi mohi pāhīṃ| jo biloki bahu kāma lajāhīṃ|| ura mani māla kaṃbu kala gīvā| kāma kalabha kara bhuja balasīṃvā|| sumana sameta bāma kara donā| sāva~ra kua~ra sakhī suṭhi lonā|| dohā/soraṭhā kehari kaṭi paṭa pīta dhara suṣamā sīla nidhāna| dekhi bhānukulabhūṣanahi bisarā sakhinha apāna||233||

    Meaning

    The two comely heroes were the very boundary of beauty, their bodies gleaming with the sheen of the blue lotus and the yellow. Peacock plumes sat handsomely upon their heads, with clusters of flower buds set here and there among them. On their brows the sacred mark and the beads of sweat looked lovely, and the fair ornaments in their ears spread a glow about them. Their brows were strongly arched, their hair fell in curls, and their eyes were fresh lotuses touched with red. Chin, nose and cheeks were charming, and the play of their smiles buys the heart outright. The beauty of those faces is past my telling - at the sight of it a host of love-gods would be put to shame. A string of jewels lay upon the breast, the neck was shapely as a conch, and the arms were like the trunk of Love's young elephant, the utmost bound of strength. In the left hand was a leaf-cup filled with flowers; friend, the dark prince is exceedingly sweet to look upon. With a lion's waist, clad in yellow raiment, a treasure-house of loveliness and of gentle nature - beholding the ornament of the solar race, the companions forgot their very selves.

  234. Verse 234

    caupāī dhari dhīraju eka āli sayānī| sītā sana bolī gahi pānī|| bahuri gauri kara dhyāna karehū| bhūpakisora dekhi kina lehū|| sakuci sīya~ taba nayana ughāre| sanamukha dou raghusiṃgha nihāre|| nakha sikha dekhi rāma kai sobhā| sumiri pitā panu manu ati chobhā|| parabasa sakhinha lakhī jaba sītā| bhayau gaharu saba kahahi sabhītā|| puni āuba ehi beriā~ kālī| asa kahi mana bihasī eka ālī|| gūṛha girā suni siya sakucānī| bhayau bilaṃbu mātu bhaya mānī|| dhari baṛi dhīra rāmu ura āne| phiri apanapau pitubasa jāne|| dohā/soraṭhā dekhana misa mṛga bihaga taru phirai bahori bahori| nirakhi nirakhi raghubīra chabi bāṛhi prīti na thori|| 234||

    Meaning

    Gathering her courage, one clever companion took Sita by the hand and said, 'You can give your mind to Gauri afterwards - why not look now upon the young princes?' Then Sita bashfully opened her eyes and beheld the two lions of Raghu's line before her. Seeing Rama's beauty from foot to crown, and remembering her father's vow, her mind was greatly troubled. When the companions saw Sita so far beyond her own control, they all said in alarm that it had grown late; and one of them, laughing to herself, added that they would come again at this same hour tomorrow. Hearing that speech with its hidden meaning, Sita was abashed; it was late indeed, and she feared her mother. Summoning great firmness, she carried Rama within her heart, and as she turned back she knew herself to be at her father's disposal. On the pretext of looking at the deer, the birds and the trees, she turns round again and yet again; and gazing and gazing at Raghubira's beauty, her love grows, and grows not a little.

  235. Verse 235

    caupāī jāni kaṭhina sivacāpa bisūrati| calī rākhi ura syāmala mūrati|| prabhu jaba jāta jānakī jānī| sukha saneha sobhā guna khānī|| parama premamaya mṛdu masi kīnhī| cāru cita bhītīṃ likha līnhī|| gaī bhavānī bhavana bahorī| baṃdi carana bolī kara jorī|| jaya jaya giribararāja kisorī| jaya mahesa mukha caṃda cakorī|| jaya gaja badana ṣaṛānana mātā| jagata janani dāmini duti gātā|| nahiṃ tava ādi madhya avasānā| amita prabhāu bedu nahiṃ jānā|| bhava bhava bibhava parābhava kārini| bisva bimohani svabasa bihārini|| dohā/soraṭhā patidevatā sutīya mahu~ mātu prathama tava rekha| mahimā amita na sakahiṃ kahi sahasa sāradā seṣa||235||

    Meaning

    Knowing Shiva's bow to be a hard thing, Sita grieved within, and went away keeping the dark-hued form in her heart. When the Lord saw Janaki departing -- she who is a mine of joy, of love, of beauty and of every virtue -- he made his utmost love into soft ink and drew her likeness upon the fair wall of his mind. Sita then went back to Bhavani's temple, bowed at her feet and spoke with folded hands: 'Glory, glory to the young daughter of the king of mountains! Glory to you, chakori bird to the moon of Mahesha's face! Glory to you, mother of the elephant-faced one and of the six-faced one, mother of the world, your limbs bright as lightning! You have no beginning, no middle and no end; the Vedas do not know your measureless power. You are the cause of the world's birth, its flourishing and its undoing; you bewitch the universe and move through it in your own sovereign freedom. Mother, among faithful wives who hold their husband as their god your name stands first of all; a thousand Saradas and a thousand Sheshas could not tell your boundless glory.'

  236. Verse 236

    caupāī sevata tohi sulabha phala cārī| baradāyanī purāri piārī|| debi pūji pada kamala tumhāre| sura nara muni saba hohiṃ sukhāre|| mora manorathu jānahu nīkeṃ| basahu sadā ura pura sabahī keṃ|| kīnheu~ pragaṭa na kārana tehīṃ| asa kahi carana gahe baidehīṃ|| binaya prema basa bhaī bhavānī| khasī māla mūrati musukānī|| sādara siya~ prasādu sira dhareū| bolī gauri haraṣu hiya~ bhareū|| sunu siya satya asīsa hamārī| pūjihi mana kāmanā tumhārī|| nārada bacana sadā suci sācā| so baru milihi jāhiṃ manu rācā||

    Meaning

    'By serving you the four fruits of life are easily won, O giver of boons, beloved of Purari. O Goddess, gods and men and sages all become happy by worshipping your lotus feet. You know my heart's longing well, for you dwell for ever in the heart-city of every creature; that is why I have not declared it openly.' So saying, Videha's daughter clasped her feet. Bhavani was won over by such humility and love: the garland slipped down from the image, and the image smiled. Sita reverently set that gift upon her head, and Gauri spoke, her heart filled with gladness: 'Hear me, Sita, our blessing is true -- the desire of your mind shall be fulfilled. Narada's word is always pure and always true: you shall win that bridegroom on whom your heart is set.'

  237. Verse 237

    caupāī hṛdaya~ sarāhata sīya lonāī| gura samīpa gavane dou bhāī|| rāma kahā sabu kausika pāhīṃ| sarala subhāu chuata chala nāhīṃ|| sumana pāi muni pūjā kīnhī| puni asīsa duhu bhāinha dīnhī|| suphala manoratha hohu~ tumhāre| rāmu lakhanu suni bhae sukhāre|| kari bhojanu munibara bigyānī| lage kahana kachu kathā purānī|| bigata divasu guru āyasu pāī| saṃdhyā karana cale dou bhāī|| prācī disi sasi uyau suhāvā| siya mukha sarisa dekhi sukhu pāvā|| bahuri bicāru kīnha mana māhīṃ| sīya badana sama himakara nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā janamu siṃdhu puni baṃdhu biṣu dina malīna sakalaṃka| siya mukha samatā pāva kimi caṃdu bāpuro raṃka||237||

    Meaning

    Praising Sita's loveliness in his heart, Rama went with his brother to their guru. He told Kaushika everything, for his nature is straight and guile does not so much as touch it. Receiving the flowers, the sage performed his worship and then blessed the two brothers: 'May the desires of your hearts bear fruit.' Rama and Lakshmana were glad to hear it. Having eaten, the great and enlightened sage began to tell some ancient tales. The day being spent, the two brothers took the guru's leave and went to perform the evening rites. A lovely moon rose in the eastern quarter, and seeing it like Sita's face Rama was delighted; then he considered again within himself that the moon is no match for Sita's countenance. Born of the ocean, brother to poison, dulled through the day and stained with a blemish -- how should the poor beggarly moon come near the beauty of Sita's face?

  238. Verse 238

    caupāī ghaṭai baṛhi birahani dukhadāī| grasai rāhu nija saṃdhihiṃ pāī|| koka sikaprada paṃkaja drohī| avaguna bahuta caṃdramā tohī|| baidehī mukha paṭatara dīnhe| hoi doṣa baṛa anucita kīnhe|| siya mukha chabi bidhu byāja bakhānī| guru pahiṃ cale nisā baṛi jānī|| kari muni carana saroja pranāmā| āyasu pāi kīnha biśrāmā|| bigata nisā raghunāyaka jāge| baṃdhu biloki kahana asa lāge|| udau aruna avalokahu tātā| paṃkaja koka loka sukhadātā|| bole lakhanu jori juga pānī| prabhu prabhāu sūcaka mṛdu bānī|| dohā/soraṭhā arunodaya~ sakuce kumuda uḍagana joti malīna| jimi tumhāra āgamana suni bhae nṛpati balahīna||238||

    Meaning

    'It waxes and wanes, it gives pain to women parted from their loves, and Rahu swallows it whenever the conjunction falls due; it brings sorrow to the chakwa and is an enemy to the lotus. Many are your faults, moon: to make you a match for the face of Videha's daughter would be a great wrong, a most unfitting thing.' Having praised the beauty of Sita's face under the pretext of the moon, and knowing the night far advanced, Rama went to his guru. He made obeisance at the sage's lotus feet and, with his leave, took his rest. When the night was over the Lord of Raghus awoke and, looking at his brother, said, 'Behold the rising of the dawn, dear one -- it gives joy to the lotus, to the chakwa and to all the world.' Lakshmana joined both palms and spoke gentle words that hinted at his Lord's glory: 'At the coming of dawn the night-lotuses shrink and the light of the stars grows dim, just as the kings have lost all their strength on hearing of your coming.'

  239. Verse 239

    caupāī nṛpa saba nakhata karahiṃ ujiārī| ṭāri na sakahiṃ cāpa tama bhārī|| kamala koka madhukara khaga nānā| haraṣe sakala nisā avasānā|| aisehiṃ prabhu saba bhagata tumhāre| hoihahiṃ ṭūṭeṃ dhanuṣa sukhāre|| uyau bhānu binu śrama tama nāsā| dure nakhata jaga teju prakāsā|| rabi nija udaya byāja raghurāyā| prabhu pratāpu saba nṛpanha dikhāyā|| tava bhuja bala mahimā udaghāṭī| pragaṭī dhanu bighaṭana paripāṭī|| baṃdhu bacana suni prabhu musukāne| hoi suci sahaja punīta nahāne|| nityakriyā kari guru pahiṃ āe| carana saroja subhaga sira nāe|| satānaṃdu taba janaka bolāe| kausika muni pahiṃ turata paṭhāe|| janaka binaya tinha āi sunāī| haraṣe boli lie dou bhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā satānaṃdapada baṃdi prabhu baiṭhe gura pahiṃ jāi| calahu tāta muni kaheu taba paṭhavā janaka bolāi||239||

    Meaning

    'All these kings are stars that give their light, but they cannot lift the heavy darkness of the bow. Lotuses, chakwas, bees and birds of many kinds rejoice when the night ends; just so, Lord, all your devotees will rejoice when the bow is broken. The sun has risen and destroyed the darkness without effort; the stars are hidden and its splendour lights the world. Under the pretext of its own rising, O Raghuraya, the sun has shown all the kings the might of my Lord -- it has unveiled the glory of the strength of your arm and revealed the very manner of the bow's breaking.' The Lord smiled to hear his brother's words; pure by his own nature, he bathed and made himself clean. Having done the daily rites, the brothers came to their guru and bowed their fair heads at his lotus feet. Just then Janaka summoned Shatananda and sent him at once to the sage Kaushika. He came and delivered Janaka's humble request, and the sage in his gladness called the two brothers to him. Bowing at Shatananda's feet, the Lord went and sat beside his guru; then the sage said, 'Come, dear child -- Janaka has sent word calling us.'

  240. Verse 240

    caupāī sīya svayaṃbaru dekhia jāī| īsu kāhi dhauṃ dei baṛāī|| lakhana kahā jasa bhājanu soī| nātha kṛpā tava jāpara hoī|| haraṣe muni saba suni bara bānī| dīnhi asīsa sabahiṃ sukhu mānī|| puni munibṛṃda sameta kṛpālā| dekhana cale dhanuṣamakha sālā|| raṃgabhūmi āe dou bhāī| asi sudhi saba purabāsinha pāī|| cale sakala gṛha kāja bisārī| bāla jubāna jaraṭha nara nārī|| dekhī janaka bhīra bhai bhārī| suci sevaka saba lie ha~kārī|| turata sakala loganha pahiṃ jāhū| āsana ucita dehū saba kāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā kahi mṛdu bacana binīta tinha baiṭhāre nara nāri| uttama madhyama nīca laghu nija nija thala anuhāri||240||

    Meaning

    'Let us go and see Sita's svayamvara; who can say to whom God will grant the honour?' Lakshmana said, 'My lord, he alone will be the vessel of that fame on whom your grace falls.' All the sages were delighted to hear these excellent words, and gave their blessings with joy in their hearts. Then the gracious one, together with the whole company of sages, went to see the hall of the bow-sacrifice. When the two brothers came to the arena and all the townspeople had word of it, they set out forgetting their household work -- children, the young, the aged, men and women alike. Janaka saw that a great crowd had gathered and summoned all his trusted servants: 'Go at once to all the people and give every one of them a fitting seat.' Speaking soft and courteous words, they seated the men and women -- the high, the middling, the low and the lesser -- each according to the place proper to them.

  241. Verse 241

    caupāī rājakua~ra tehi avasara āe| manahu~ manoharatā tana chāe|| guna sāgara nāgara bara bīrā| suṃdara syāmala gaura sarīrā|| rāja samāja birājata rūre| uḍagana mahu~ janu juga bidhu pūre|| jinha keṃ rahī bhāvanā jaisī| prabhu mūrati tinha dekhī taisī|| dekhahiṃ rūpa mahā ranadhīrā| manahu~ bīra rasu dhareṃ sarīrā|| ḍare kuṭila nṛpa prabhuhi nihārī| manahu~ bhayānaka mūrati bhārī|| rahe asura chala chonipa beṣā| tinha prabhu pragaṭa kālasama dekhā|| purabāsinha dekhe dou bhāī| narabhūṣana locana sukhadāī|| dohā/soraṭhā nāri bilokahiṃ haraṣi hiya~ nija nija ruci anurūpa| janu sohata siṃgāra dhari mūrati parama anūpa||241||

    Meaning

    At that moment the royal princes came forward, as though loveliness itself had spread over their bodies. Oceans of virtue, courtly and gallant heroes, one dark and one fair of limb, they shone in the assembly of kings like two full moons risen among the stars. Whatever feeling a man carried within him, in just that manner did he see the Lord's form. The great and steadfast warriors beheld a beauty as if the heroic mood had taken flesh; the crooked kings were afraid at the sight of him, as if he were some vast and terrible form; and the demons who sat there in the guise of kings by trickery saw the Lord plainly as Death himself. The townsfolk looked upon the two brothers as ornaments of mankind and a delight to the eye. The women gazed with gladness in their hearts, each according to her own liking, as though the mood of love had put on a matchless form and stood there shining.

  242. Verse 242

    caupāī biduṣanha prabhu birāṭamaya dīsā| bahu mukha kara paga locana sīsā|| janaka jāti avalokahiṃ kaisaiṃ| sajana sage priya lāgahiṃ jaiseṃ|| sahita bideha bilokahiṃ rānī| sisu sama prīti na jāti bakhānī|| joginha parama tatvamaya bhāsā| sāṃta suddha sama sahaja prakāsā|| haribhagatanha dekhe dou bhrātā| iṣṭadeva iva saba sukha dātā|| rāmahi citava bhāya~ jehi sīyā| so sanehu sukhu nahiṃ kathanīyā|| ura anubhavati na kahi saka soū| kavana prakāra kahai kabi koū|| ehi bidhi rahā jāhi jasa bhāū| tehiṃ tasa dekheu kosalarāū|| dohā/soraṭhā rājata rāja samāja mahu~ kosalarāja kisora| suṃdara syāmala gaura tana bisva bilocana cora||242||

    Meaning

    To the learned the Lord appeared in his cosmic form, with many mouths and hands, many feet, eyes and heads. And how did those of Janaka's own line behold them? As dear kinsmen appear to their own. Videha and his queens looked on them as on their own children, with a love beyond all telling. To the yogis they shone as the supreme Reality itself, serene, pure, even, self-luminous. The devotees of Hari saw the two brothers as their own chosen deity, the giver of every joy. And the feeling with which Sita looked at Rama, that love, that happiness, cannot be set down in words; she felt it within her heart and could not utter it herself, so in what manner should any poet tell it? In this way each man saw the Lord of Kosala according to the feeling he bore. There in the assembly of kings the young princes of Kosala shone, one dark of body and one fair, stealing away the eyes of the whole world.

  243. Verse 243

    caupāī sahaja manohara mūrati doū| koṭi kāma upamā laghu soū|| sarada caṃda niṃdaka mukha nīke| nīraja nayana bhāvate jī ke|| citavata cāru māra manu haranī| bhāvati hṛdaya jāti nahīṃ baranī|| kala kapola śruti kuṃḍala lolā| cibuka adhara suṃdara mṛdu bolā|| kumudabaṃdhu kara niṃdaka hā~sā| bhṛkuṭī bikaṭa manohara nāsā|| bhāla bisāla tilaka jhalakāhīṃ| kaca biloki ali avali lajāhīṃ|| pīta cautanīṃ siranhi suhāī| kusuma kalīṃ bica bīca banāīṃ|| rekheṃ rucira kaṃbu kala gīvā~| janu tribhuvana suṣamā kī sīvā~|| dohā/soraṭhā kuṃjara mani kaṃṭhā kalita uranhi tulasikā māla| bṛṣabha kaṃdha kehari ṭhavani bala nidhi bāhu bisāla||243||

    Meaning

    Both forms were charming by their very nature; the comparison of a myriad gods of love would fall short of them. Their fine faces put the autumn moon to shame, and their lotus eyes were dear to the heart; their lovely glance carried off the mind of Love himself, and the delight it gave the heart cannot be described. Beautiful cheeks, earrings swinging at their ears, shapely chin and lips, and speech soft and sweet; a smile that shamed the beams of the moon, brows boldly curved and a charming nose; broad foreheads on which the tilak gleamed, and hair at the sight of which rows of black bees hung their heads in shame. Yellow four-cornered caps graced their heads, worked here and there with flower buds, and lovely lines marked their conch-shaped necks, as though they were the very limit of the beauty of the three worlds. Necklaces of elephant pearls adorned them, with garlands of tulsi upon their breasts; their shoulders were like a bull's, their bearing like a lion's, and their long arms were storehouses of strength.

  244. Verse 244

    caupāī kaṭi tūnīra pīta paṭa bā~dhe| kara sara dhanuṣa bāma bara kā~dhe|| pīta jagya upabīta suhāe| nakha sikha maṃju mahāchabi chāe|| dekhi loga saba bhae sukhāre| ekaṭaka locana calata na tāre|| haraṣe janaku dekhi dou bhāī| muni pada kamala gahe taba jāī|| kari binatī nija kathā sunāī| raṃga avani saba munihi dekhāī|| jaha~ jaha~ jāhi kua~ra bara doū| taha~ taha~ cakita citava sabu koū|| nija nija rukha rāmahi sabu dekhā| kou na jāna kachu maramu biseṣā|| bhali racanā muni nṛpa sana kaheū| rājā~ mudita mahāsukha laheū|| dohā/soraṭhā saba maṃcanha te maṃcu eka suṃdara bisada bisāla| muni sameta dou baṃdhu taha~ baiṭhāre mahipāla||244||

    Meaning

    Quivers were bound at their waists over yellow cloth, arrows were in their hands and the bows rested on their fine left shoulders; yellow sacred threads graced them, and from nail to crown a great beauty lay upon them. All the people were made happy at the sight, gazing without a blink, the pupils of their eyes not stirring. Janaka rejoiced to see the two brothers, and going to the sage he clasped his lotus feet; making his petition, he told him his own story and showed him the whole of the arena. Wherever the two noble princes went, everyone there watched them in wonder; each person saw Rama turned towards himself, and no one grasped anything of that particular mystery. The sage told the king that the arrangements were good, and the king was delighted and won great joy. Of all the platforms one was beautiful, bright and spacious, and there the lord of the earth seated the two brothers together with the sage.

  245. Verse 245

    caupāī prabhuhi dekhi saba nṛpa hiṃya~ hāre| janu rākesa udaya bhae~ tāre|| asi pratīti saba ke mana māhīṃ| rāma cāpa toraba saka nāhīṃ|| binu bhaṃjehu~ bhava dhanuṣu bisālā| melihi sīya rāma ura mālā|| asa bicāri gavanahu ghara bhāī| jasu pratāpu balu teju gavā~ī|| bihase apara bhūpa suni bānī| je abibeka aṃdha abhimānī|| torehu~ dhanuṣu byāhu avagāhā| binu toreṃ ko kua~ri biāhā|| eka bāra kālau kina hoū| siya hita samara jitaba hama soū|| yaha suni avara mahipa musakāne| dharamasīla haribhagata sayāne|| dohā/soraṭhā sīya biāhabi rāma garaba dūri kari nṛpanha ke|| jīti ko saka saṃgrāma dasaratha ke rana bā~kure||245||

    Meaning

    Seeing the Lord, all the kings lost heart, as the stars fade when the full moon rises. Every mind held this conviction: Rama will break the bow, there is no doubt of it. They said to one another, 'Even if he does not break Shiva's mighty bow, Sita will lay the garland upon Rama's neck. Consider this and go home, brothers, rather than throw away your fame, your majesty, your strength and your lustre.' Hearing these words the other kings laughed aloud, proud men blinded by folly. 'Even with the bow broken the wedding lies deep beyond reach; and without breaking it, who has ever wedded the princess? Let it be Death himself for once, and for Sita's sake we shall conquer even him in battle.' At this the remaining kings smiled, men of righteousness, devotees of Hari and wise: 'Rama will wed Sita and put down the pride of these kings. Who can win in the field against the gallant warrior sons of Dasharatha?'

  246. Verse 246

    caupāī byartha marahu jani gāla bajāī| mana modakanhi ki bhūkha butāī|| sikha hamāri suni parama punītā| jagadaṃbā jānahu jiya~ sītā|| jagata pitā raghupatihi bicārī| bhari locana chabi lehu nihārī|| suṃdara sukhada sakala guna rāsī| e dou baṃdhu saṃbhu ura bāsī|| sudhā samudra samīpa bihāī| mṛgajalu nirakhi marahu kata dhāī|| karahu jāi jā kahu~ joī bhāvā| hama tau āju janama phalu pāvā|| asa kahi bhale bhūpa anurāge| rūpa anūpa bilokana lāge|| dekhahiṃ sura nabha caṛhe bimānā| baraṣahiṃ sumana karahiṃ kala gānā|| dohā/soraṭhā jāni suavasaru sīya taba paṭhaī janaka bolāī| catura sakhīṃ suṃdara sakala sādara calīṃ lavāīṃ||246||

    Meaning

    'Do not die for nothing with all this boasting: can hunger ever be stilled by sweets imagined in the mind? Hear our counsel, which is wholly pure: know Sita in your hearts to be the Mother of the world, and consider Raghupati the Father of the world; fill your eyes and take in his beauty. Beautiful, joy-giving, treasuries of every virtue, these two brothers dwell in the heart of Shambhu. Why leave the ocean of nectar that stands close at hand, and run after a mirage and perish? Let each man go and do whatever pleases him; as for us, we have today received the fruit of our birth.' So saying, the good kings were filled with love and fell to gazing on that peerless beauty. The gods too looked on, mounted upon their aerial chariots in the sky, showering flowers and singing sweetly. Then, knowing the moment to be right, Janaka sent word and called for Sita, and her clever companions, all of them lovely, went reverently to lead her in.

  247. Verse 247

    caupāī siya sobhā nahiṃ jāi bakhānī| jagadaṃbikā rūpa guna khānī|| upamā sakala mohi laghu lāgīṃ| prākṛta nāri aṃga anurāgīṃ|| siya barania tei upamā deī| kukabi kahāi ajasu ko leī|| jau paṭataria tīya sama sīyā| jaga asi jubati kahā~ kamanīyā|| girā mukhara tana aradha bhavānī| rati ati dukhita atanu pati jānī|| biṣa bārunī baṃdhu priya jehī| kahia ramāsama kimi baidehī|| jau chabi sudhā payonidhi hoī| parama rūpamaya kacchapa soī|| sobhā raju maṃdaru siṃgārū| mathai pāni paṃkaja nija mārū|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi bidhi upajai lacchi jaba suṃdaratā sukha mūla| tadapi sakoca sameta kabi kahahiṃ sīya samatūla||247||

    Meaning

    Sita's beauty cannot be told in words: she is the Mother of the World, a mine of form and of every virtue. Every simile seems paltry to me, for they have all been in love with the limbs of ordinary women. Who would describe Sita by lending her such worn comparisons, and earn the ill fame of a bad poet? And if one must match Sita against some woman, where in the world is a maiden so lovely? Speech is a chatterer; Bhavani has but half a body; Rati is wretched indeed, knowing her husband to be bodiless; and poison and wine are the dear kin of Lakshmi, so how may Vaidehi be called Lakshmi's like? Suppose loveliness were an ocean of nectar, and beauty itself the tortoise beneath it, splendour the churning rope and adornment the mountain Mandara, and Kamadeva churned it all with his own lotus hands: even if in this way Lakshmi were born, the very root of beauty and of joy, the poets would still only with hesitation call her Sita's equal.

  248. Verse 248

    caupāī caliṃ saṃga lai sakhīṃ sayānī| gāvata gīta manohara bānī|| soha navala tanu suṃdara sārī| jagata janani atulita chabi bhārī|| bhūṣana sakala sudesa suhāe| aṃga aṃga raci sakhinha banāe|| raṃgabhūmi jaba siya pagu dhārī| dekhi rūpa mohe nara nārī|| haraṣi suranha duṃdubhīṃ bajāī| baraṣi prasūna apacharā gāī|| pāni saroja soha jayamālā| avacaṭa citae sakala bhuālā|| sīya cakita cita rāmahi cāhā| bhae mohabasa saba naranāhā|| muni samīpa dekhe dou bhāī| lage lalaki locana nidhi pāī|| dohā/soraṭhā gurajana lāja samāju baṛa dekhi sīya sakucāni|| lāgi bilokana sakhinha tana raghubīrahi ura āni||248||

    Meaning

    Her clever companions went along with her, singing songs in enchanting voice. Her youthful form shone in a beautiful sari, the Mother of the World, her loveliness matchless and abounding. All her ornaments were fair, each set in its proper place, arranged limb by limb by her friends. When Sita set foot in the arena, men and women alike were entranced by the sight of her. The gods in their joy sounded kettledrums and rained down blossoms, and the apsaras sang. The victory garland shone in her lotus hands, and unawares she let her glance fall over all the kings. Startled at heart, Sita's mind went out to Rama alone, while every king there was overcome with infatuation. Then she saw the two brothers beside the sage, and her eyes fastened upon them with longing, as though they had found their treasure. Seeing her elders and so great an assembly, Sita grew bashful, and taking Raghubira into her heart she began to look towards her companions.

  249. Verse 249

    caupāī rāma rūpu aru siya chabi dekheṃ| nara nārinha pariharīṃ nimeṣeṃ|| socahiṃ sakala kahata sakucāhīṃ| bidhi sana binaya karahiṃ mana māhīṃ|| haru bidhi begi janaka jaṛatāī| mati hamāri asi dehi suhāī|| binu bicāra panu taji naranāhu| sīya rāma kara karai bibāhū|| jaga bhala kahahi bhāva saba kāhū| haṭha kīnhe aṃtahu~ ura dāhū|| ehiṃ lālasā~ magana saba logū| baru sā~varo jānakī jogū|| taba baṃdījana janaka baulāe| biridāvalī kahata cali āe|| kaha nṛpa jāi kahahu pana morā| cale bhāṭa hiya~ haraṣu na thorā|| dohā/soraṭhā bole baṃdī bacana bara sunahu sakala mahipāla| pana bideha kara kahahiṃ hama bhujā uṭhāi bisāla||249||

    Meaning

    Beholding Rama's beauty and Sita's loveliness, the men and women forgot to blink. All of them were troubled, yet shrank from speaking, and prayed within their minds to the Creator: 'Quickly, O Brahma, take away Janaka's dullness, and give him a mind as fair as ours. Let the king lay aside that unconsidered vow and marry Sita to Rama. The world will call it well done and it will please everyone; obstinacy in the end only burns the heart.' All the people were sunk in this one longing: the dark-hued youth is the match worthy of Janaki. Then Janaka summoned his bards, and they came forward chanting the roll of his titles. The king said, 'Go and proclaim my vow.' The heralds set out with no little gladness in their hearts. The bards spoke out in noble words: 'Hear, all you rulers of the earth. With our great arms raised high we declare the vow of Videha's lord.'

  250. Verse 250

    caupāī nṛpa bhujabala bidhu sivadhanu rāhū| garua kaṭhora bidita saba kāhū|| rāvanu bānu mahābhaṭa bhāre| dekhi sarāsana gava~hiṃ sidhāre|| soi purāri kodaṃḍu kaṭhorā| rāja samāja āju joi torā|| tribhuvana jaya sameta baidehī||binahiṃ bicāra barai haṭhi tehī|| suni pana sakala bhūpa abhilāṣe| bhaṭamānī atisaya mana mākhe|| parikara bā~dhi uṭhe akulāī| cale iṣṭadevanha sira nāī|| tamaki tāki taki sivadhanu dharahīṃ| uṭhai na koṭi bhā~ti balu karahīṃ|| jinha ke kachu bicāru mana māhīṃ| cāpa samīpa mahīpa na jāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā tamaki dharahiṃ dhanu mūṛha nṛpa uṭhai na calahiṃ lajāi| manahu~ pāi bhaṭa bāhubalu adhiku adhiku garuāi||250||

    Meaning

    'The arm-strength of kings is the moon, and Shiva's bow is its Rahu, heavy and unyielding, as all men know. Ravana and Bana, warriors of huge might, took one look at this bow and quietly withdrew. Whoever in this royal assembly breaks today that same hard bow of Shiva, the foe of the three cities, shall win Vaidehi together with the conquest of the three worlds, and she will wed him at once without a second thought.' Hearing the vow, every king was seized with longing, and those who prided themselves on their valour were stung to the quick. Girding themselves up they rose in agitation and set off, bowing their heads to their chosen deities. Flaring up, eyeing the bow, taking their aim, they laid hold of it; but for all the million ways in which they exerted their strength, it would not rise. Those who had any judgement in their minds did not go near the bow at all. The foolish kings would flare up and seize the bow, and when it did not stir they went away ashamed, as though it grew heavier and heavier with every warrior's arm-strength it drank in.

  251. Verse 251

    caupāī bhūpa sahasa dasa ekahi bārā| lage uṭhāvana ṭarai na ṭārā|| ḍagai na saṃbhu sarāsana kaiseṃ| kāmī bacana satī manu jaiseṃ|| saba nṛpa bhae jogu upahāsī| jaiseṃ binu birāga saṃnyāsī|| kīrati bijaya bīratā bhārī| cale cāpa kara barabasa hārī|| śrīhata bhae hāri hiya~ rājā| baiṭhe nija nija jāi samājā|| nṛpanha biloki janaku akulāne| bole bacana roṣa janu sāne|| dīpa dīpa ke bhūpati nānā| āe suni hama jo panu ṭhānā|| deva danuja dhari manuja sarīrā| bipula bīra āe ranadhīrā|| dohā/soraṭhā kua~ri manohara bijaya baṛi kīrati ati kamanīya| pāvanihāra biraṃci janu raceu na dhanu damanīya||251||

    Meaning

    Ten thousand kings set to it at once and began to lift it, but for all their shifting it would not be shifted. Shambhu's bow did not stir a hair, as little as a chaste woman's mind stirs at a lecher's words. Every one of the kings was made fit for ridicule, like a renunciant without renunciation. Their renown, their victories, their vaunted heroism all went from their hands, and they walked away beaten by the bow in spite of themselves. Shorn of their lustre and defeated at heart, the kings went and sat down each in his own company. Seeing them Janaka grew distressed, and spoke words that seemed steeped in anger: 'Kings of many and many a land have come here, having heard of the vow I set. Gods and demons taking human bodies, and warriors past counting, steadfast in battle, have come. The maiden is enchanting, the victory great, the fame most desirable; yet it seems the Creator has fashioned no one able to win her, and has not made this bow a thing that can be subdued.'

  252. Verse 252

    caupāī kahahu kāhi yahu lābhu na bhāvā| kāhu~ na saṃkara cāpa caṛhāvā|| rahau caṛhāuba toraba bhāī| tilu bhari bhūmi na sake chaṛāī|| aba jani kou mākhai bhaṭa mānī| bīra bihīna mahī maiṃ jānī|| tajahu āsa nija nija gṛha jāhū| likhā na bidhi baidehi bibāhū|| sukṛta jāi jauṃ panu pariharaū~| kua~ri kuāri rahau kā karaū~|| jo janateu~ binu bhaṭa bhubi bhāī| tau panu kari hoteu~ na ha~sāī|| janaka bacana suni saba nara nārī| dekhi jānakihi bhae dukhārī|| mākhe lakhanu kuṭila bhai~ bhauṃheṃ| radapaṭa pharakata nayana risauṃheṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā kahi na sakata raghubīra ḍara lage bacana janu bāna| nāi rāma pada kamala siru bole girā pramāna||252||

    Meaning

    'Tell me, whom would such a prize not please? Yet not one of you has strung Shankara's bow. Stringing it aside, brother, and breaking it aside, no man could lift it from the ground by so much as a sesame seed's breadth. Now let no warrior who is proud of his might take offence: I have realized that this earth is empty of heroes. Give up your hopes and go, each to his own house; the Creator has written no marriage for Vaidehi. My merit is forfeit if I abandon my vow, so let the girl remain unwed; what else can I do? Had I known, brother, that the earth was without a champion, I would not have made the vow and made myself a laughing-stock.' Hearing Janaka's words, all the men and women looked at Janaki and were filled with sorrow. Lakshmana was stung; his brows curved and knotted, his lips quivered, and his eyes reddened with anger. For awe of Raghubira he could not speak, and those words had struck him like arrows. Bowing his head at Rama's lotus feet, he spoke words of authority.

  253. Verse 253

    caupāī raghubaṃsinha mahu~ jaha~ kou hoī| tehiṃ samāja asa kahai na koī|| kahī janaka jasi anucita bānī| bidyamāna raghukula mani jānī|| sunahu bhānukula paṃkaja bhānū| kahau~ subhāu na kachu abhimānū|| jau tumhāri anusāsana pāvauṃ| kaṃduka iva brahmāṃḍa uṭhāvauṃ|| kāce ghaṭa jimi ḍārauṃ phorī| sakau~ meru mūlaka jimi torī|| tava pratāpa mahimā bhagavānā| ko bāpuro pināka purānā|| nātha jāni asa āyasu hoū| kautuku karauṃ bilokia soū|| kamala nāla jimi cāpha caṛhāvauṃ| jojana sata pramāna lai dhāvauṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā torauṃ chatraka daṃḍa jimi tava pratāpa bala nātha| jauṃ na karauṃ prabhu pada sapatha kara na dharauṃ dhanu bhātha||253||

    Meaning

    Lakshmana said: 'In an assembly where even one man of the Raghu line is present, no one talks in this way; yet Janaka has spoken such unfitting words, and spoken them knowing that the jewel of the Raghu house stands there before him. Hear me, sun to the lotus that is the solar race: what I say comes from my own nature, and there is no pride in it anywhere. Let me once have your command and I would take up the whole universe as one takes up a ball, and fling it down and burst it as an unbaked pot bursts; I could snap Meru off as one snaps a radish. Such, Lord, is the greatness of your majesty - beside it what is this wretched, worn-out Pinaka? Knowing that, master, let the word be given, and I will show you a piece of sport worth the watching: I will string that bow as though it were the stem of a lotus, and carry it at a run for a full hundred yojanas. By the power of your majesty, Lord, I will snap it as a mushroom's stem snaps; and if I do not, then I swear by my Lord's feet that my hand shall never hold bow or quiver again.'

  254. Verse 254

    caupāī lakhana sakopa bacana je bole| ḍagamagāni mahi diggaja ḍole|| sakala loka saba bhūpa ḍerāne| siya hiya~ haraṣu janaku sakucāne|| gura raghupati saba muni mana māhīṃ| mudita bhae puni puni pulakāhīṃ|| sayanahiṃ raghupati lakhanu nevāre| prema sameta nikaṭa baiṭhāre|| bisvāmitra samaya subha jānī| bole ati sanehamaya bānī|| uṭhahu rāma bhaṃjahu bhavacāpā| meṭahu tāta janaka paritāpā|| suni guru bacana carana siru nāvā| haraṣu biṣādu na kachu ura āvā|| ṭhāṛhe bhae uṭhi sahaja subhāe~| ṭhavani jubā mṛgarāju lajāe~|| dohā/soraṭhā udita udayagiri maṃca para raghubara bālapataṃga| bikase saṃta saroja saba haraṣe locana bhṛṃga||254||

    Meaning

    The words Lakshmana spoke in his anger set the earth rocking and made the elephants of the quarters sway. Every world and every king took fright; joy rose in Sita's heart, while Janaka shrank in embarrassment. The guru, Raghupati and all the sages were glad at heart and thrilled with it again and again. With no more than a sign Raghupati checked Lakshmana and seated him lovingly at his side. Vishvamitra, judging the moment auspicious, spoke in words full of affection: 'Rise, Rama, break Shiva's bow; wipe out, dear child, the anguish of Janaka.' Hearing the guru's words Rama bowed his head at his feet, and neither gladness nor sorrow came into his heart. He rose and stood with an ease that was wholly unstudied, and his bearing put a young lion to shame. On the platform Raghubara rose as the infant sun rises over the eastern hill, and at it the saints unfolded like lotuses and their eyes, the bees, filled with delight.

  255. Verse 255

    caupāī nṛpanha keri āsā nisi nāsī| bacana nakhata avalī na prakāsī|| mānī mahipa kumuda sakucāne| kapaṭī bhūpa ulūka lukāne|| bhae bisoka koka muni devā| barisahiṃ sumana janāvahiṃ sevā|| gura pada baṃdi sahita anurāgā| rāma muninha sana āyasu māgā|| sahajahiṃ cale sakala jaga svāmī| matta maṃju bara kuṃjara gāmī|| calata rāma saba pura nara nārī| pulaka pūri tana bhae sukhārī|| baṃdi pitara sura sukṛta sa~bhāre| jauṃ kachu punya prabhāu hamāre|| tau sivadhanu mṛnāla kī nāīṃ| torahu~ rāma ganesa gosāīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā rāmahi prema sameta lakhi sakhinha samīpa bolāi| sītā mātu saneha basa bacana kahai bilakhāi||255||

    Meaning

    The night that was the kings' hope was ended, and the row of stars that were their boasts shone no longer. The proud kings, night lotuses, closed and shrank; the crooked kings, owls, crept away into hiding. The sages and gods, like ruddy geese at daybreak, were freed of their grief, and they rained down flowers and made their homage plain. Bowing with love at his guru's feet, Rama asked leave of the sages, and the Lord of all the world walked forth as if it were the simplest thing, moving with the gait of a stately elephant in rut. As Rama went, the men and women of the whole city thrilled through their bodies and were filled with happiness. They called upon their ancestors and the gods and took count of their good deeds: 'If any merit of ours has power in it, then, Lord Ganesha, let Rama break Shiva's bow as one snaps a lotus stalk.' Watching Rama with love, Sita's mother called her companions close and, overcome by affection, spoke her words in sorrow.

  256. Verse 256

    caupāī sakhi saba kautuka dekhanihāre| jeṭha kahāvata hitū hamāre|| kou na bujhāi kahai gura pāhīṃ| e bālaka asi haṭha bhali nāhīṃ|| rāvana bāna chuā nahiṃ cāpā| hāre sakala bhūpa kari dāpā|| so dhanu rājakua~ra kara dehīṃ| bāla marāla ki maṃdara lehīṃ|| bhūpa sayānapa sakala sirānī| sakhi bidhi gati kachu jāti na jānī|| bolī catura sakhī mṛdu bānī| tejavaṃta laghu gania na rānī|| kaha~ kuṃbhaja kaha~ siṃdhu apārā| soṣeu sujasu sakala saṃsārā|| rabi maṃḍala dekhata laghu lāgā| udaya~ tāsu tibhuvana tama bhāgā|| dohā/soraṭhā maṃtra parama laghu jāsu basa bidhi hari hara sura sarba| mahāmatta gajarāja kahu~ basa kara aṃkusa kharba||256||

    Meaning

    'Friend, all those who are called our elders and our well-wishers stand there watching a show. Not one of them goes to the sage and puts it to him plainly that these are children, and that such insistence is not good. Ravana and Bana could not so much as touch that bow, and every king who boasted of it went away beaten; and that same bow they now set in a young prince's hand. Can a cygnet lift up Mount Mandara? The king's good sense is wholly spent; friend, the ways of the Creator cannot be understood.' At this a clever companion answered in soft words: 'Queen, one who has fire in him is never to be reckoned small. What is the pot-born sage Agastya, and what the shoreless sea? Yet he drank it dry, and his fair fame ran through the whole world. The sun's disc looks a small thing to the eye, but at its rising the darkness of the three worlds takes flight. A mantra is a very little thing, and yet by it Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva and all the gods are held; and a stunted goad brings the hugely rutting king of elephants under control.'

  257. Verse 257

    caupāī kāma kusuma dhanu sāyaka līnhe| sakala bhuvana apane basa kīnhe|| debi tajia saṃsau asa jānī| bhaṃjaba dhanuṣa rāmu sunu rānī|| sakhī bacana suni bhai paratītī| miṭā biṣādu baṛhī ati prītī|| taba rāmahi biloki baidehī| sabhaya hṛdaya~ binavati jehi tehī|| manahīṃ mana manāva akulānī| hohu prasanna mahesa bhavānī|| karahu saphala āpani sevakāī| kari hitu harahu cāpa garuāī|| gananāyaka baradāyaka devā| āju lageṃ kīnhiu~ tua sevā|| bāra bāra binatī suni morī| karahu cāpa gurutā ati thorī|| dohā/soraṭhā dekhi dekhi raghubīra tana sura manāva dhari dhīra|| bhare bilocana prema jala pulakāvalī sarīra||257||

    Meaning

    'Love's bow and arrows are made of flowers, and yet he has brought all the worlds under his sway. Lady, know this and let your doubt go; hear me, Queen, Rama will break the bow.' Hearing her companion's words she was convinced; her sorrow passed and her love grew very great. Then Vaidehi, gazing at Rama, began with a frightened heart to entreat one god and then another. Distressed, she prayed within her mind: 'Be gracious, Mahesha and Bhavani; make my service to you bear fruit, and of your kindness take the weight out of that bow. O lord of the ganas, O giver of boons, until this very day I have served you; hear my entreaty, made over and over, and make the heaviness of the bow exceedingly slight.' Looking and looking again at Raghubira's form, she held her patience and prayed on to the gods, her eyes brimming with tears of love and her whole body thrilling.

  258. Verse 258

    caupāī nīkeṃ nirakhi nayana bhari sobhā| pitu panu sumiri bahuri manu chobhā|| ahaha tāta dāruni haṭha ṭhānī| samujhata nahiṃ kachu lābhu na hānī|| saciva sabhaya sikha dei na koī| budha samāja baṛa anucita hoī|| kaha~ dhanu kulisahu cāhi kaṭhorā| kaha~ syāmala mṛdugāta kisorā|| bidhi kehi bhā~ti dharauṃ ura dhīrā| sirasa sumana kana bedhia hīrā|| sakala sabhā kai mati bhai bhorī| aba mohi saṃbhucāpa gati torī|| nija jaṛatā loganha para ḍārī| hohi harua raghupatihi nihārī|| ati paritāpa sīya mana māhī| lava nimeṣa juga saba saya jāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā prabhuhi citai puni citava mahi rājata locana lola| khelata manasija mīna juga janu bidhu maṃḍala ḍola||258||

    Meaning

    She gazed her fill and filled her eyes with his beauty, and then, remembering her father's vow, her mind was troubled again. 'Alas, my father has set himself a cruel resolve; he weighs neither gain nor loss at all. The ministers are afraid, and not one of them offers counsel; in an assembly of learned men a great wrong is being done. Where is this bow, harder than a thunderbolt, and where this dark, soft-limbed youth? O Creator, in what manner am I to hold my heart steady? Can a diamond be pierced with the tip of a sirisa blossom? The wit of the whole assembly has turned foolish; now, bow of Shambhu, you alone are my recourse. Cast your own dead weight upon these people, and when you look upon Raghupati, become light.' Great anguish was in Sita's mind, and every instant, every twinkling of an eye, went by like a hundred ages. She looked at the Lord and then looked down at the ground, and her restless shining eyes were as though a pair of Love's fishes played on the swing of the moon's orb.

  259. Verse 259

    caupāī girā alini mukha paṃkaja rokī| pragaṭa na lāja nisā avalokī|| locana jalu raha locana konā| jaise parama kṛpana kara sonā|| sakucī byākulatā baṛi jānī| dhari dhīraju pratīti ura ānī|| tana mana bacana mora panu sācā| raghupati pada saroja citu rācā|| tau bhagavānu sakala ura bāsī| karihiṃ mohi raghubara kai dāsī|| jehi keṃ jehi para satya sanehū| so tehi milai na kachu saṃhehū|| prabhu tana citai prema tana ṭhānā| kṛpānidhāna rāma sabu jānā|| siyahi biloki takeu dhanu kaise| citava garuru laghu byālahi jaise|| dohā/soraṭhā lakhana lakheu raghubaṃsamani tākeu hara kodaṃḍu| pulaki gāta bole bacana carana cāpi brahmāṃḍu||259||

    Meaning

    The bee of her speech stayed shut inside the lotus of her mouth; seeing the night of modesty settle, it would not come forth. The water of her eyes hung back in their corners, hoarded as a miser of the deepest sort hoards his gold. Realizing how far her agitation had run, she shrank back abashed, gathered her patience and brought conviction into her heart: 'If my vow is true in body, mind and speech, and my mind is steeped in the lotus feet of Raghupati, then the Lord who dwells in every heart will surely make me Raghubara's handmaid. Whoever loves another truly does come to that one at last, and in this there is no doubt whatever.' Gazing at the Lord, she fixed her whole love upon him, and Rama, the treasury of compassion, knew it all. Having looked at Sita, he turned his eyes on the bow as Garuda turns his on a small snake. Lakshmana saw that the jewel of the Raghu line had looked towards Shiva's bow; his limbs thrilled, and pressing the universe down beneath his feet he spoke.

  260. Verse 260

    caupāī disakuṃjarahu kamaṭha ahi kolā| dharahu dharani dhari dhīra na ḍolā|| rāmu cahahiṃ saṃkara dhanu torā| hohu sajaga suni āyasu morā|| cāpa sapīpa rāmu jaba āe| nara nārinha sura sukṛta manāe|| saba kara saṃsau aru agyānū| maṃda mahīpanha kara abhimānū|| bhṛgupati keri garaba garuāī| sura munibaranha keri kadarāī|| siya kara socu janaka pachitāvā| rāninha kara dāruna dukha dāvā|| saṃbhucāpa baḍa bohitu pāī| caḍhe jāi saba saṃgu banāī|| rāma bāhubala siṃdhu apārū| cahata pāru nahi kou kaṛahārū|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma biloke loga saba citra likhe se dekhi| citaī sīya kṛpāyatana jānī bikala biseṣi||260||

    Meaning

    Lakshmana said: 'O elephants of the quarters, O tortoise, O serpent, O boar — hold the earth fast, keep firm and let it not shake. Rama means to break Shankara's bow; hear my command and be alert.' When Rama drew near the bow, men and women alike appealed to the gods and to their own store of merit. The doubt and ignorance of all, the arrogance of the dull-witted kings, the crushing weight of Bhrigupati's pride, the faintheartedness of the gods and the great sages, Sita's anxiety, Janaka's remorse and the raging fire of the queens' grief — all of them found in Shambhu's bow a great ship, and boarded it together in one company. But the strength of Rama's arms was a shoreless ocean; they wished to cross it, and there was no helmsman to be had. Rama looked over all the people and saw them still as figures traced in a painting. Then the abode of compassion glanced at Sita and knew her to be distressed beyond measure.

  261. Verse 261

    caupāī dekhī bipula bikala baidehī| nimiṣa bihāta kalapa sama tehī|| tṛṣita bāri binu jo tanu tyāgā| mue~ karai kā sudhā taṛāgā|| kā baraṣā saba kṛṣī sukhāneṃ| samaya cukeṃ puni kā pachitāneṃ|| asa jiya~ jāni jānakī dekhī| prabhu pulake lakhi prīti biseṣī|| gurahi pranāmu manahi mana kīnhā| ati lāghava~ uṭhāi dhanu līnhā|| damakeu dāmini jimi jaba layaū| puni nabha dhanu maṃḍala sama bhayaū|| leta caṛhāvata khaiṃcata gāṛheṃ| kāhu~ na lakhā dekha sabu ṭhāṛheṃ|| tehi chana rāma madhya dhanu torā| bhare bhuvana dhuni ghora kaṭhorā||

    Meaning

    He saw Vaidehi sorely distressed, for whom a single moment was passing like an age. If a thirsty man surrenders his body for want of water, what can a lake of nectar do for him once he is dead? What use is rain when the whole crop has withered, and what use is repentance once the moment has been let slip? Knowing this in his heart, he looked at Janaki, and the Lord thrilled to see how great her love was. Bowing inwardly to his guru, with astonishing ease he raised the bow and took it up. As he lifted it, it flashed like lightning, and then in the sky it showed as a perfect circle. Taking it, stringing it, drawing it hard — no one caught the moment, though all stood watching. In that instant Rama broke the bow in the middle, and a fearful, harsh crash filled all the worlds.

  262. Verse 262

    caupāī prabhu dou cāpakhaṃḍa mahi ḍāre| dekhi loga saba bhae sukhāre|| kosikarupa payonidhi pāvana| prema bāri avagāhu suhāvana|| rāmarūpa rākesu nihārī| baṛhata bīci pulakāvali bhārī|| bāje nabha gahagahe nisānā| devabadhū nācahiṃ kari gānā|| brahmādika sura siddha munīsā| prabhuhi prasaṃsahi dehiṃ asīsā|| barisahiṃ sumana raṃga bahu mālā| gāvahiṃ kiṃnara gīta rasālā|| rahī bhuvana bhari jaya jaya bānī| dhanuṣabhaṃga dhuni jāta na jānī|| mudita kahahiṃ jaha~ taha~ nara nārī| bhaṃjeu rāma saṃbhudhanu bhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā baṃdī māgadha sūtagana biruda badahiṃ matidhīra| karahiṃ nichāvari loga saba haya gaya dhana mani cīra||262||

    Meaning

    The Lord cast both halves of the bow to the ground, and all who saw it were filled with delight. Kaushika was a holy ocean whose water was love, deep and lovely to look upon; as it beheld the full moon of Rama's beauty, its tide rose and broke over the sage's body in great rows of thrilling flesh. Kettledrums beat joyously in the sky, and the wives of the gods danced and sang. Brahma and the other gods, the siddhas and the lords among sages praised the Lord and gave their blessings. They rained down flowers and garlands of many colours, and kinnaras sang honeyed songs. The cry of 'Victory, victory!' filled the worlds, so that the crash of the breaking bow was lost in it and could no longer be told apart. Delighted, men and women said everywhere that Rama had shattered Shambhu's mighty bow. Bards, chroniclers and heralds, steady of wit, chanted his titles and honours, while all the people showered offerings of horses, elephants, wealth, jewels and raiment.

  263. Verse 263

    caupāī jhā~jhi mṛdaṃga saṃkha sahanāī| bheri ḍhola duṃdubhī suhāī|| bājahiṃ bahu bājane suhāe| jaha~ taha~ jubatinha maṃgala gāe|| sakhinha sahita haraṣī ati rānī| sūkhata dhāna parā janu pānī|| janaka laheu sukhu socu bihāī| pairata thakeṃ thāha janu pāī|| śrīhata bhae bhūpa dhanu ṭūṭe| jaiseṃ divasa dīpa chabi chūṭe|| sīya sukhahi barania kehi bhā~tī| janu cātakī pāi jalu svātī|| rāmahi lakhanu bilokata kaiseṃ| sasihi cakora kisoraku jaiseṃ|| satānaṃda taba āyasu dīnhā| sītā~ gamanu rāma pahiṃ kīnhā|| dohā/soraṭhā saṃga sakhīṃ sudaṃra catura gāvahiṃ maṃgalacāra| gavanī bāla marāla gati suṣamā aṃga apāra||263||

    Meaning

    Cymbals, mridangas, conches and shahnais, war drums, dhols and fine kettledrums — many sweet instruments sounded together, and here and there young women sang songs of blessing. The queen and her companions rejoiced greatly, as though water had fallen on parched paddy. Janaka let his anxiety go and found happiness, like a swimmer worn out who at last finds his footing. The kings were stripped of all their lustre when the bow snapped, as lamps are robbed of their glow once the day comes. How is Sita's joy to be told? It was as though the chatak bird had got the raindrop of Svati. And how did Lakshmana gaze upon Rama? As a young chakor gazes at the moon. Then Shatananda gave the word, and Sita made her way towards Rama. With her went her fair and clever companions, singing songs of blessing; she walked with the gait of a young swan, boundless grace in every limb.

  264. Verse 264

    caupāī sakhinha madhya siya sohati kaise| chabigana madhya mahāchabi jaiseṃ|| kara saroja jayamāla suhāī| bisva bijaya sobhā jehiṃ chāī|| tana sakocu mana parama uchāhū| gūṛha premu lakhi parai na kāhū|| jāi samīpa rāma chabi dekhī| rahi janu ku~ari citra avarekhī|| catura sakhīṃ lakhi kahā bujhāī| pahirāvahu jayamāla suhāī|| sunata jugala kara māla uṭhāī| prema bibasa pahirāi na jāī|| sohata janu juga jalaja sanālā| sasihi sabhīta deta jayamālā|| gāvahiṃ chabi avaloki sahelī| siya~ jayamāla rāma ura melī|| dohā/soraṭhā raghubara ura jayamāla dekhi deva barisahiṃ sumana| sakuce sakala bhuāla janu biloki rabi kumudagana||264||

    Meaning

    How did Sita shine amid her companions? As the supreme beauty shines amid a host of beauties. In her lotus hands was the fair victory garland, over which lay the splendour of a conquest of the world. Her body was full of shyness and her mind full of the highest eagerness, and her hidden love no one could perceive. Coming close and seeing Rama's beauty, the princess stood still as though traced in a picture. A clever companion saw it and prompted her: place the lovely victory garland upon him. At that she raised the garland in both hands, but overcome with love she could not put it on. Her two hands were beautiful as a pair of lotuses upon their stalks, offering the victory garland in awe to the moon. Her friends sang as they beheld the sight, and Sita laid the garland upon Rama's breast. Seeing the victory garland on Raghubara's breast, the gods rained down flowers, and all the kings shrank abashed, like a bed of night lilies at the sight of the sun.

  265. Verse 265

    caupāī pura aru byoma bājane bāje| khala bhae malina sādhu saba rāje|| sura kiṃnara nara nāga munīsā| jaya jaya jaya kahi dehiṃ asīsā|| nācahiṃ gāvahiṃ bibudha badhūṭīṃ| bāra bāra kusumāṃjali chūṭīṃ|| jaha~ taha~ bipra bedadhuni karahīṃ| baṃdī biradāvali uccarahīṃ|| mahi pātāla nāka jasu byāpā| rāma barī siya bhaṃjeu cāpā|| karahiṃ āratī pura nara nārī| dehiṃ nichāvari bitta bisārī|| sohati sīya rāma kai jaurī| chabi siṃgāru manahu~ eka ṭhorī|| sakhīṃ kahahiṃ prabhupada gahu sītā| karati na carana parasa ati bhītā|| dohā/soraṭhā gautama tiya gati surati kari nahiṃ parasati paga pāni| mana bihase raghubaṃsamani prīti alaukika jāni||265||

    Meaning

    In the city and in the sky the instruments sounded together; the wicked went dark of face while all the good shone out. Gods, kinnaras, men, nagas and the lords of sages cried 'Victory, victory, victory!' and gave their blessings. The wives of the immortals danced and sang, and again and again handfuls of flowers came showering down. Here and there brahmanas raised the sound of the Vedas, while bards recited the roll of praises. Over earth, the netherworld and heaven the fame spread abroad: Rama had broken the bow and Sita had chosen him. The men and women of the city waved lamps in worship and, forgetting what their means might be, poured out gifts in offering. The pair of Sita and Rama shone as though Beauty and Adornment had met together in one place. Her companions urged, 'Sita, clasp the Lord's feet', but she was too afraid to touch them; remembering what had befallen Gautama's wife, she would not lay her hand upon his feet, and the jewel of Raghu's line smiled within himself, recognizing a love not of this world.

  266. Verse 266

    caupāī taba siya dekhi bhūpa abhilāṣe| kūra kapūta mūṛha mana mākhe|| uṭhi uṭhi pahiri sanāha abhāge| jaha~ taha~ gāla bajāvana lāge|| lehu chaṛāi sīya kaha koū| dhari bā~dhahu nṛpa bālaka doū|| toreṃ dhanuṣu cāṛa nahiṃ saraī| jīvata hamahi kua~ri ko baraī|| jauṃ bidehu kachu karai sahāī| jītahu samara sahita dou bhāī|| sādhu bhūpa bole suni bānī| rājasamājahi lāja lajānī|| balu pratāpu bīratā baṛāī| nāka pinākahi saṃga sidhāī|| soi sūratā ki aba kahu~ pāī| asi budhi tau bidhi muha~ masi lāī|| dohā/soraṭhā dekhahu rāmahi nayana bhari taji iriṣā madu kohu| lakhana roṣu pāvaku prabala jāni salabha jani hohu||266||

    Meaning

    Then the kings, looking upon Sita, were seized with longing, and those cruel, degenerate fools grew sore at heart. The wretches rose one after another, put on their armour, and fell to blustering here and there. 'Snatch Sita away,' said one; 'seize the two royal boys and bind them. The mere breaking of the bow settles nothing; while we live, who is to wed the princess? And if Videha lends them any help, then defeat him in battle along with both brothers.' Hearing this talk, the honourable kings spoke out: modesty itself was put to shame by such an assembly of kings. 'Your strength, your glory, your valour, your greatness: your very honour went off in the company of Pinaka. Has that heroism of yours been found somewhere only now? If this is your judgement, then the Creator has smeared ink upon your faces. Look your fill at Rama and let go of envy, pride and anger; know Lakshmana's fury for a raging fire, and do not make moths of yourselves in it.'

  267. Verse 267

    caupāī bainateya bali jimi caha kāgū| jimi sasu cahai nāga ari bhāgū|| jimi caha kusala akārana kohī| saba saṃpadā cahai sivadrohī|| lobhī lolupa kala kīrati cahaī| akalaṃkatā ki kāmī lahaī|| hari pada bimukha parama gati cāhā| tasa tumhāra lālacu naranāhā|| kolāhalu suni sīya sakānī| sakhīṃ lavāi gaīṃ jaha~ rānī|| rāmu subhāya~ cale guru pāhīṃ| siya sanehu baranata mana māhīṃ|| rāninha sahita socabasa sīyā| aba dhauṃ bidhihi kāha karanīyā|| bhūpa bacana suni ita uta takahīṃ| lakhanu rāma ḍara boli na sakahīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā aruna nayana bhṛkuṭī kuṭila citavata nṛpanha sakopa| manahu~ matta gajagana nirakhi siṃghakisorahi copa||267||

    Meaning

    'A crow may covet the offering meant for Vinata's son, a hare may covet the share of the serpents' enemy, a man who rages without cause may look for his own wellbeing, an enemy of Shiva may look for every prosperity, the greedy and the gluttonous may hope for fair fame; and can a man of lust ever win a spotless name? One turned away from Hari's feet may desire the highest state: such, O kings, is this greed of yours.' Hearing the uproar Sita took fright, and her companions led her away to where the queen was. Rama went in his own unruffled way to his preceptor, telling over Sita's love within his mind. Sita, and the queens with her, were sunk in anxiety: what would the Creator do now? Lakshmana, hearing the kings' words, glanced this way and that, but for awe of Rama could not speak; with reddened eyes and crooked brows he looked upon the kings in wrath, as a lion cub is stirred with eagerness at the sight of a herd of rutting elephants.

  268. Verse 268

    caupāī kharabharu dekhi bikala pura nārīṃ| saba mili dehiṃ mahīpanha gārīṃ|| tehiṃ avasara suni siva dhanu bhaṃgā| āyasu bhṛgukula kamala pataṃgā|| dekhi mahīpa sakala sakucāne| bāja jhapaṭa janu lavā lukāne|| gauri sarīra bhūti bhala bhrājā| bhāla bisāla tripuṃḍa birājā|| sīsa jaṭā sasibadanu suhāvā| risabasa kachuka aruna hoi āvā|| bhṛkuṭī kuṭila nayana risa rāte| sahajahu~ citavata manahu~ risāte|| bṛṣabha kaṃdha ura bāhu bisālā| cāru janeu māla mṛgachālā|| kaṭi muni basana tūna dui bā~dheṃ| dhanu sara kara kuṭhāru kala kā~dheṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā sāṃta beṣu karanī kaṭhina barani na jāi sarupa| dhari munitanu janu bīra rasu āyau jaha~ saba bhūpa||268||

    Meaning

    Seeing the commotion, the women of the city were distressed, and all together they reviled the kings. At that very moment, hearing that Shiva's bow was broken, there arrived the one who is a sun to the lotus of Bhrigu's line. At the sight of him every king shrank back, as quails dart into hiding when a hawk stoops upon them. His fair body was beautifully bright with ash, and on his broad forehead a tripunda shone; matted locks were on his head, and his moon-like face, lovely to see, had turned somewhat red with anger. His brows were bent crooked and his eyes reddened with rage, so that even a natural glance from him seemed a furious one. His shoulders were a bull's, his chest and arms broad; he wore a fine sacred thread, a rosary and a deerskin; a hermit's cloth was about his waist with two quivers bound to it, bow and arrows in his hand and a handsome axe upon his shoulder. His guise was one of peace and his deeds severe, and his form was past all describing: it was as though the heroic mood itself had taken on a sage's body and come to where all the kings stood.

  269. Verse 269

    caupāī dekhata bhṛgupati beṣu karālā| uṭhe sakala bhaya bikala bhuālā|| pitu sameta kahi kahi nija nāmā| lage karana saba daṃḍa pranāmā|| jehi subhāya~ citavahiṃ hitu jānī| so jānai janu āi khuṭānī|| janaka bahori āi siru nāvā| sīya bolāi pranāmu karāvā|| āsiṣa dīnhi sakhīṃ haraṣānīṃ| nija samāja lai gaī sayānīṃ|| bisvāmitru mile puni āī| pada saroja mele dou bhāī|| rāmu lakhanu dasaratha ke ḍhoṭā| dīnhi asīsa dekhi bhala joṭā|| rāmahi citai rahe thaki locana| rūpa apāra māra mada mocana|| dohā/soraṭhā bahuri biloki bideha sana kahahu kāha ati bhīra|| pūchata jāni ajāna jimi byāpeu kopu sarīra||269||

    Meaning

    Seeing Bhrigupati's terrible aspect, all the kings rose up, undone by fear, and naming their fathers along with themselves, one after another, began to prostrate at full length before him. If he so much as turned a natural glance on a man, counting that man a well-wisher, the man supposed his own last hour had come. Then Janaka came and bowed his head, and calling Sita had her make obeisance; he gave his blessing, at which her companions rejoiced, and the prudent among them took her back to her own party. Vishvamitra came next and met him, and laid the two brothers at his lotus feet: 'Rama and Lakshmana are Dasharatha's sons.' Seeing the goodly pair he gave his blessing, and his eyes stayed fixed on Rama, held still by that boundless beauty which strips the god of love of his pride. Then, looking at Videha, he said, 'Tell me, what is this great throng for?', asking like one who does not know although he knew well; and wrath spread through his whole body.

  270. Verse 270

    caupāī samācāra kahi janaka sunāe| jehi kārana mahīpa saba āe|| sunata bacana phiri anata nihāre| dekhe cāpakhaṃḍa mahi ḍāre|| ati risa bole bacana kaṭhorā| kahu jaṛa janaka dhanuṣa kai torā|| begi dekhāu mūṛha na ta ājū| ulaṭau~ mahi jaha~ lahi tava rājū|| ati ḍaru utaru deta nṛpu nāhīṃ| kuṭila bhūpa haraṣe mana māhīṃ|| sura muni nāga nagara nara nārī||socahiṃ sakala trāsa ura bhārī|| mana pachitāti sīya mahatārī| bidhi aba sa~varī bāta bigārī|| bhṛgupati kara subhāu suni sītā| aradha nimeṣa kalapa sama bītā|| dohā/soraṭhā sabhaya biloke loga saba jāni jānakī bhīru| hṛdaya~ na haraṣu biṣādu kachu bole śrīraghubīru||270||

    Meaning

    Janaka told him the news, and the reason for which all the kings had come. At those words he turned and looked aside, and saw the fragments of the bow flung upon the ground. In great fury he spoke harshly: 'Say, dull Janaka, who has snapped the bow? Show him at once, fool, or this very day I will turn the earth upside down as far as your kingdom reaches.' In utter terror the king gave no answer, and the crooked kings were glad at heart. Gods, sages, nagas and the men and women of the city all grieved, a heavy dread upon their hearts. Sita's mother lamented within herself: the Creator had now spoiled a matter already set right. And when Sita heard what Bhrigupati's temper was, half an instant passed for her like an age. Seeing all the people afraid and knowing Janaki frightened, Shri Raghubira, with neither gladness nor grief in his heart, spoke.

  271. Verse 271

    caupāī nātha saṃbhudhanu bhaṃjanihārā| hoihi keu eka dāsa tumhārā|| āyasu kāha kahia kina mohī| suni risāi bole muni kohī|| sevaku so jo karai sevakāī| ari karanī kari karia larāī|| sunahu rāma jehiṃ sivadhanu torā| sahasabāhu sama so ripu morā|| so bilagāu bihāi samājā| na ta māre jaihahiṃ saba rājā|| suni muni bacana lakhana musukāne| bole parasudharahi apamāne|| bahu dhanuhīṃ torīṃ larikāīṃ| kabahu~ na asi risa kīnhi gosāīṃ|| ehi dhanu para mamatā kehi hetū| suni risāi kaha bhṛgukulaketū|| dohā/soraṭhā re nṛpa bālaka kālabasa bolata tohi na sa~māra|| dhanuhī sama tipurāri dhanu bidita sakala saṃsāra||271||

    Meaning

    Rama said, 'Lord, the breaker of Shambhu's bow must be some servant of yours. Why not simply tell me your command?' Hearing this the wrathful sage flared up and said, 'A servant is one who renders service; with one who does an enemy's work you make war. Listen, Rama — whoever broke Shiva's bow is my foe, the equal of Sahasrabahu. Let him leave this gathering and stand apart, or else every king here will be slain.' At the sage's words Lakshmana smiled, and spoke slightingly of the wielder of the axe: 'We snapped many a little bow in our boyhood, and never once, my lord, did you rage like this. What is the reason for such fondness for this one bow?' Hearing that, the banner of Bhrigu's line answered in fury: 'You princeling, death has you in its grip, and you keep no watch over your tongue. The bow of Tripurari, known to the whole world, and you speak of it as though it were a child's toy bow!'

  272. Verse 272

    caupāī lakhana kahā ha~si hamareṃ jānā| sunahu deva saba dhanuṣa samānā|| kā chati lābhu jūna dhanu taureṃ| dekhā rāma nayana ke bhoreṃ|| chuata ṭūṭa raghupatihu na dosū| muni binu kāja karia kata rosū | bole citai parasu kī orā| re saṭha sunehi subhāu na morā|| bālaku boli badhau~ nahiṃ tohī| kevala muni jaṛa jānahi mohī|| bāla brahmacārī ati kohī| bisva bidita chatriyakula drohī|| bhujabala bhūmi bhūpa binu kīnhī| bipula bāra mahidevanha dīnhī|| sahasabāhu bhuja chedanihārā| parasu biloku mahīpakumārā|| dohā/soraṭhā mātu pitahi jani socabasa karasi mahīsakisora| garbhanha ke arbhaka dalana parasu mora ati ghora||272||

    Meaning

    Lakshmana laughed and said, 'Hear me, holy one: as we understand it, all bows are alike. What is lost or gained by the breaking of one worn-out bow? Rama did no more than let his eyes fall on it, and it snapped at his touch — the fault is not Raghupati's. Why, sage, be angry over nothing?' Looking towards his axe, Parashurama said, 'Fool, you have not heard what my nature is. I refrain from killing you only because I call you a child; you dolt, you take me for nothing but a sage. From boyhood I have been celibate and exceedingly wrathful, and I am known through the world as the enemy of the Kshatriya race. By the strength of my arms I emptied the earth of kings and gave it away to the Brahmins many times over. Look at this axe, prince — it is the axe that severed the arms of Sahasrabahu. Do not bring your mother and father to grief, young lord: my axe is a terrible thing, and it crushes even the unborn child in the womb.'

  273. Verse 273

    caupāī bihasi lakhanu bole mṛdu bānī| aho munīsu mahā bhaṭamānī|| puni puni mohi dekhāva kuṭhārū| cahata uṛāvana phū~ki pahārū|| ihā~ kumhaṛabatiyā kou nāhīṃ| je tarajanī dekhi mari jāhīṃ|| dekhi kuṭhāru sarāsana bānā| maiṃ kachu kahā sahita abhimānā|| bhṛgusuta samujhi janeu bilokī| jo kachu kahahu sahau~ risa rokī|| sura mahisura harijana aru gāī| hamareṃ kula inha para na surāī|| badheṃ pāpu apakīrati hāreṃ| māratahū~ pā paria tumhāreṃ|| koṭi kulisa sama bacanu tumhārā| byartha dharahu dhanu bāna kuṭhārā|| dohā/soraṭhā jo biloki anucita kaheu~ chamahu mahāmuni dhīra| suni saroṣa bhṛgubaṃsamani bole girā gabhīra||273||

    Meaning

    Lakshmana laughed and answered in soft words, 'Ah, the lord of sages prides himself greatly on being a warrior! Over and over he shows me his axe — he means to blow a mountain away with one puff of breath. There is no tender pumpkin-shoot here that withers and dies at the sight of a pointing finger. It was because I saw the axe, the bow and the arrows that I spoke with a little pride. But now, knowing you for the son of Bhrigu and seeing the sacred thread, I hold my anger back and bear whatever you say. Gods, Brahmins, the servants of Hari, and cows — against these our house shows no valour: to kill them is sin and to be worsted by them disgrace, so that even while you strike, one must fall at your feet. Every word of yours is like a million thunderbolts; the bow, the arrows and the axe you carry are so much waste. If, seeing them, I have said what was unfitting, forgive it, great and steadfast sage.' Hearing this the jewel of Bhrigu's line, filled with wrath, spoke in a deep voice.

  274. Verse 274

    caupāī kausika sunahu maṃda yahu bālaku| kuṭila kālabasa nija kula ghālaku|| bhānu baṃsa rākesa kalaṃkū| nipaṭa niraṃkusa abudha asaṃkū|| kāla kavalu hoihi chana māhīṃ| kahau~ pukāri khori mohi nāhīṃ|| tumha haṭakau jauṃ cahahu ubārā| kahi pratāpu balu roṣu hamārā|| lakhana kaheu muni sujasa tumhārā| tumhahi achata ko baranai pārā|| apane mu~ha tumha āpani karanī| bāra aneka bhā~ti bahu baranī|| nahiṃ saṃtoṣu ta puni kachu kahahū| jani risa roki dusaha dukha sahahū|| bīrabratī tumha dhīra achobhā| gārī deta na pāvahu sobhā|| dohā/soraṭhā sūra samara karanī karahiṃ kahi na janāvahiṃ āpu| bidyamāna rana pāi ripu kāyara kathahiṃ pratāpu||274||

    Meaning

    Parashurama said, 'Kaushika, listen — this boy is dull-witted, crooked, in the grip of death, the ruin of his own line. He is the blot upon the full moon of the solar race, utterly unbridled, witless and without fear. In a moment he will be a mouthful for Death; I proclaim it aloud so that no blame may fall on me. Restrain him if you would save him, and tell him of my glory, my strength and my wrath.' Lakshmana said, 'Sage, who could describe your fair fame while you are here to describe it yourself? With your own mouth you have told over your own doings many times and in many ways. If you are still not satisfied, say some more — do not choke back your anger and suffer unbearable pain. You are sworn to heroism, steady and unshaken; abuse brings you no beauty. Brave men do their work on the field of battle and do not announce themselves by talking; it is the coward who, with the enemy standing before him in the fight, recites his own glory.'

  275. Verse 275

    caupāī tumha tau kālu hā~ka janu lāvā| bāra bāra mohi lāgi bolāvā|| sunata lakhana ke bacana kaṭhorā| parasu sudhāri dhareu kara ghorā|| aba jani dei dosu mohi logū| kaṭubādī bālaku badhajogū|| bāla biloki bahuta maiṃ bā~cā| aba yahu maranihāra bhā sā~cā|| kausika kahā chamia aparādhū| bāla doṣa guna ganahiṃ na sādhū|| khara kuṭhāra maiṃ akaruna kohī| āgeṃ aparādhī gurudrohī|| utara deta choṛu~ binu māreṃ| kevala kausika sīla tumhāreṃ|| na ta ehi kāṭi kuṭhāra kaṭhoreṃ| gurahi urina hoteu~ śrama thoreṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā gādhisūnu kaha hṛdaya~ ha~si munihi hariarai sūjha| ayamaya khā~ḍa na ūkhamaya ajahu~ na būjha abūjha||275||

    Meaning

    'You have all but called Death with a shout, summoning him again and again on my account.' Hearing Lakshmana's hard words, Parashurama settled the dreadful axe in his hand. 'Now let no one lay the blame on me: this bitter-tongued boy deserves to be killed. Seeing him a child I have spared him much, but now it is certain that he is doomed to die.' Kaushika said, 'Forgive the offence — good men do not reckon up a child's faults and merits.' 'My axe is keen and I am pitiless and full of wrath, and before me stands an offender, a foe of my guru. Though he answers me back, I let him go without striking, and that only for the sake of your gentleness, Kaushika; otherwise I would have cut him down with this hard axe and cleared my debt to my guru with very little trouble.' Gadhi's son laughed within his heart and said, 'The sage sees nothing but green wherever he looks. This blade is of iron, not of sugarcane — and still the unknowing one does not understand.'

  276. Verse 276

    caupāī kaheu lakhana muni sīlu tumhārā| ko nahi jāna bidita saṃsārā|| mātā pitahi urina bhae nīkeṃ| gura rinu rahā socu baṛa jīkeṃ|| so janu hamarehi māthe kāṛhā| dina cali gae byāja baṛa bāṛhā|| aba ānia byavahariā bolī| turata deu~ maiṃ thailī kholī|| suni kaṭu bacana kuṭhāra sudhārā| hāya hāya saba sabhā pukārā|| bhṛgubara parasu dekhāvahu mohī| bipra bicāri bacau~ nṛpadrohī|| mile na kabahu~ subhaṭa rana gāṛhe| dvija devatā gharahi ke bāṛhe|| anucita kahi saba loga pukāre| raghupati sayanahiṃ lakhanu nevāre|| dohā/soraṭhā lakhana utara āhuti sarisa bhṛgubara kopu kṛsānu| baṛhata dekhi jala sama bacana bole raghukulabhānu||276||

    Meaning

    Lakshmana said, 'Sage, your gentleness — who does not know it? It is famous through the world. You cleared your debt to mother and father handsomely; only the guru's debt is left, and that is the great worry on your mind. It seems the account has been entered against my head. The days have slipped by and the interest has swollen large — so let a moneylender be called in now, and I will open my purse and settle it at once.' At these bitter words Parashurama took up his axe again, and the whole assembly cried out in alarm. Lakshmana went on, 'Best of the Bhrigus, you keep showing me the axe. It is only because I take you for a Brahmin that I spare you, O foe of kings. You have never met stout fighters in a hard battle; Brahmin gods are mighty only in their own houses.' All the people cried out that this was improper, and Raghupati checked Lakshmana with a sign. Lakshmana's retorts were like oblations poured on the fire of the great Bhrigu's anger; seeing it blaze higher, the sun of Raghu's line spoke words cool as water.

  277. Verse 277

    caupāī nātha karahu bālaka para chohū| sūdha dūdhamukha karia na kohū|| jauṃ pai prabhu prabhāu kachu jānā| tau ki barābari karata ayānā|| jauṃ larikā kachu acagari karahīṃ| gura pitu mātu moda mana bharahīṃ|| karia kṛpā sisu sevaka jānī| tumha sama sīla dhīra muni gyānī|| rāma bacana suni kachuka juṛāne| kahi kachu lakhanu bahuri musakāne|| ha~sata dekhi nakha sikha risa byāpī| rāma tora bhrātā baṛa pāpī|| gaura sarīra syāma mana māhīṃ| kālakūṭamukha payamukha nāhīṃ|| sahaja ṭeṛha anuharai na tohī| nīcu mīcu sama dekha na mauhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā lakhana kaheu ha~si sunahu muni krodhu pāpa kara mūla| jehi basa jana anucita karahiṃ carahiṃ bisva pratikūla||277||

    Meaning

    Rama pleaded, 'Lord, show the boy some kindness; he is simple and still a milk-mouthed child, so do not be angry with him. If the ignorant lad had known anything at all of your might, would he ever have set himself up as your equal? When children get up to some mischief, their teacher, their father and their mother are filled with delight. Be gracious, counting him a child and your servant, for you are a sage of such gentleness, such steadiness and such wisdom.' Hearing Rama's words the sage cooled a little; then Lakshmana said something more and smiled. Seeing him laugh, fury ran through Parashurama from his nails to the crown of his head. 'Rama, this brother of yours is a great sinner. Fair of body but black within, his is a mouth of deadly poison and no mouth of milk. Crooked by nature, he takes nothing after you; the wretch does not look upon me as his own death.' Lakshmana said, laughing, 'Hear me, sage: anger is the root of sin. In its grip people do what they ought not, and set themselves against the whole world.'

  278. Verse 278

    caupāī maiṃ tumhāra anucara munirāyā| parihari kopu karia aba dāyā|| ṭūṭa cāpa nahiṃ jurahi risāne| baiṭhia hoihiṃ pāya pirāne|| jau ati priya tau karia upāī| joria kou baṛa gunī bolāī|| bolata lakhanahiṃ janaku ḍerāhīṃ| maṣṭa karahu anucita bhala nāhīṃ|| thara thara kāpahiṃ pura nara nārī| choṭa kumāra khoṭa baṛa bhārī|| bhṛgupati suni suni nirabhaya bānī| risa tana jarai hoi bala hānī|| bole rāmahi dei nihorā| bacau~ bicāri baṃdhu laghu torā|| manu malīna tanu suṃdara kaiseṃ| biṣa rasa bharā kanaka ghaṭu jaisaiṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā suni lachimana bihase bahuri nayana tarere rāma| gura samīpa gavane sakuci parihari bānī bāma||278||

    Meaning

    'I am your servant, king of sages; lay your wrath aside and show some pity now. The bow is broken, and it will not knit together because you rage at it. Be seated, for your feet must be aching. If the thing is so dear to you, then find a remedy: send for some great craftsman and have it joined.' Janaka took fright as Lakshmana spoke, and urged him to be quiet, since such impropriety was not good; the men and women of the city trembled, thinking this small prince a very great piece of mischief. Hearing that fearless talk again and again, Bhrigupati's body burned with rage and his strength drained away. He spoke then, laying Rama under an obligation: 'I let him off, remembering he is your younger brother. How else can the mind be so foul and the body so lovely, like a golden pot filled with poison?' Hearing this Lakshmana laughed once more, and Rama turned a hard, frowning look on him. Abashed, he gave up his contrary speech and went and stood near the guru.

  279. Verse 279

    caupāī ati binīta mṛdu sītala bānī| bole rāmu jori juga pānī|| sunahu nātha tumha sahaja sujānā| bālaka bacanu karia nahiṃ kānā|| bararai bālaka eku subhāū| inhahi na saṃta bidūṣahiṃ kāū|| tehiṃ nāhīṃ kachu kāja bigārā| aparādhī meṃ nātha tumhārā|| kṛpā kopu badhu ba~dhaba gosāīṃ| mo para karia dāsa kī nāī|| kahia begi jehi bidhi risa jāī| munināyaka soi karauṃ upāī|| kaha muni rāma jāi risa kaiseṃ| ajahu~ anuja tava citava anaiseṃ|| ehi ke kaṃṭha kuṭhāru na dīnhā| tau maiṃ kāha kopu kari kīnhā|| dohā/soraṭhā garbha stravahiṃ avanipa ravani suni kuṭhāra gati ghora| parasu achata dekhau~ jiata bairī bhūpakisora||279||

    Meaning

    In a voice most humble, gentle and cooling, Rama spoke with both palms joined: 'Hear me, lord, you are wise by nature; do not lend your ear to a child's words. Prattling is simply the way of children, and holy men never find fault with them for it. He has spoiled nothing; it is I who have offended you, lord. Grace or wrath, killing or binding, master, deal with me as with a servant. Say quickly by what means your anger may pass, chief of sages, and I will take that course.' The sage said, 'Rama, how is my anger to pass, when even now your younger brother looks at me askance? I have not laid the axe on his neck, so what have I gained by all my rage? Kings' wives lose the children in their wombs merely on hearing how terribly my axe has dealt; and here am I, the weapon still in my hand, looking at an enemy prince who is yet alive.'

  280. Verse 280

    caupāī bahai na hāthu dahai risa chātī| bhā kuṭhāru kuṃṭhita nṛpaghātī|| bhayau bāma bidhi phireu subhāū| more hṛdaya~ kṛpā kasi kāū|| āju dayā dukhu dusaha sahāvā| suni saumitra bihasi siru nāvā|| bāu kṛpā mūrati anukūlā| bolata bacana jharata janu phūlā|| jauṃ pai kṛpā~ jarihiṃ muni gātā| krodha bhae~ tanu rākha bidhātā|| dekhu janaka haṭhi bālaka ehū| kīnha cahata jaṛa jamapura gehū|| begi karahu kina ā~khinha oṭā| dekhata choṭa khoṭa nṛpa ḍhoṭā|| bihase lakhanu kahā mana māhīṃ| mūdeṃ ā~khi katahu~ kou nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā parasurāmu taba rāma prati bole ura ati krodhu| saṃbhu sarāsanu tori saṭha karasi hamāra prabodhu||280||

    Meaning

    'My hand will not move, though rage burns in my breast; the axe that slew kings has turned blunt. Fate has gone against me and my nature is reversed. How could pity ever live in my heart? Today pity has made me bear unbearable pain.' Hearing this, Sumitra's son smiled and bowed his head. 'The very image of mercy, and so obliging with it! When he speaks, it is as though flowers were raining down. If the sage's limbs are scorched by his compassion, then may the Creator preserve his body when he grows angry.' 'Look, Janaka,' said Parashurama, 'this obstinate boy, this fool, means to make his home in Yama's city. Why not screen him quickly from my sight? Small as this prince's son looks, he is greatly wicked.' Lakshmana laughed and said within himself, 'Shut your eyes, and there is nobody anywhere.' Then Parashurama, with great wrath in his heart, said to Rama, 'Fool! You break Shambhu's bow, and now you would school me!'

  281. Verse 281

    caupāī baṃdhu kahai kaṭu saṃmata toreṃ| tū chala binaya karasi kara joreṃ|| karu paritoṣu mora saṃgrāmā| nāhiṃ ta chāṛa kahāuba rāmā|| chalu taji karahi samaru sivadrohī| baṃdhu sahita na ta mārau~ tohī|| bhṛgupati bakahiṃ kuṭhāra uṭhāe~| mana musakāhiṃ rāmu sira nāe~|| gunaha lakhana kara hama para roṣū| katahu~ sudhāihu te baṛa doṣū|| ṭeṛha jāni saba baṃdai kāhū| bakra caṃdramahi grasai na rāhū|| rāma kaheu risa tajia munīsā| kara kuṭhāru āgeṃ yaha sīsā|| jeṃhiṃ risa jāi karia soi svāmī| mohi jāni āpana anugāmī|| dohā/soraṭhā prabhuhi sevakahi samaru kasa tajahu biprabara rosu| beṣu bilokeṃ kahesi kachu bālakahū nahiṃ dosu||281||

    Meaning

    'Your brother speaks bitterly with your consent, while you fold your hands and plead in false humility. Satisfy me with a fight, or give up being called Rama. Leave your guile and do battle, enemy of Shiva, or I shall kill you and your brother together.' So Bhrigupati raved with his axe lifted, while Rama kept his head bowed and smiled inwardly, thinking: the fault is Lakshmana's, but the wrath falls on me, and now and then plain straightforwardness proves the greater fault. Everyone bows to the one they know to be crooked; Rahu never swallows the crooked moon. Rama said, 'Give up your anger, lord of sages. The axe is in your hand and here is this head before you. Do whatever will make your anger pass, master, and count me your own follower. What battle can there be between a master and his servant? Lay aside your wrath, best of Brahmins. He said what he said only from looking at your dress; not even the boy is at fault.'

  282. Verse 282

    caupāī dekhi kuṭhāra bāna dhanu dhārī| bhai larikahi risa bīru bicārī|| nāmu jāna pai tumhahi na cīnhā| baṃsa subhāya~ utaru teṃhiṃ dīnhā|| jauṃ tumha autehu muni kī nāīṃ| pada raja sira sisu dharata gosāīṃ|| chamahu cūka anajānata kerī| cahia bipra ura kṛpā ghanerī|| hamahi tumhahi saribari kasi nāthā||kahahu na kahā~ carana kaha~ māthā|| rāma mātra laghu nāma hamārā| parasu sahita baṛa nāma tohārā|| deva eku gunu dhanuṣa hamāreṃ| nava guna parama punīta tumhāreṃ|| saba prakāra hama tumha sana hāre| chamahu bipra aparādha hamāre|| dohā/soraṭhā bāra bāra muni biprabara kahā rāma sana rāma| bole bhṛgupati saruṣa hasi tahū~ baṃdhu sama bāma||282||

    Meaning

    'Seeing you armed with axe and bow and arrows, the boy took you for a warrior and grew angry. He knew your name, but he did not recognize you, and by the natural temper of his line he gave you that answer. Had you come in the manner of a sage, master, the child would have set the dust of your feet upon his head. Forgive a lapse made in ignorance; a Brahmin's heart should hold compassion in plenty. What comparison is there between us and you, lord? Say, where are the feet and where the head? Ours is the small bare name Rama; yours, with the axe joined to it, is the greater. Divine one, our bow carries a single string, while nine strands of surpassing purity are yours. In every way we are beaten by you: forgive our offences, Brahmin.' Again and again Rama addressed him as sage and as best of Brahmins. Bhrigupati laughed in his anger and said, 'You too are as perverse as your brother.'

  283. Verse 283

    caupāī nipaṭahiṃ dvija kari jānahi mohī| maiṃ jasa bipra sunāvau~ tohī|| cāpa struvā sara āhuti jānū| kopa mora ati ghora kṛsānu|| samidhi sena caturaṃga suhāī| mahā mahīpa bhae pasu āī|| mai ehi parasu kāṭi bali dīnhe| samara jagya japa koṭinha kīnhe|| mora prabhāu bidita nahiṃ toreṃ| bolasi nidari bipra ke bhoreṃ|| bhaṃjeu cāpu dāpu baṛa bāṛhā| ahamiti manahu~ jīti jagu ṭhāṛhā|| rāma kahā muni kahahu bicārī| risa ati baṛi laghu cūka hamārī|| chuatahiṃ ṭūṭa pināka purānā| maiṃ kahi hetu karauṃ abhimānā|| dohā/soraṭhā jauṃ hama nidarahiṃ bipra badi satya sunahu bhṛgunātha| tau asa ko jaga subhaṭu jehi bhaya basa nāvahiṃ mātha||283||

    Meaning

    Parashurama said, 'You take me for nothing more than an ordinary brahmin; let me tell you, then, what sort of brahmin I am. Know my bow to be the sacrificial ladle and my arrows the oblations, and my wrath a most dreadful fire; my splendid fourfold army is the fuel, and the great kings came as the beasts of the offering. With this axe I hewed them and gave them up as victims, and so performed millions of battle-sacrifices and mutterings of the sacred word. My power is not known to you, and so, mistaking me for a mere brahmin, you speak slightingly. You have broken a bow and your insolence has swelled hugely: you stand there full of conceit, as though you had conquered the world.' Rama said, 'Sage, weigh your words before you speak. Your anger is very great and our fault very small: the old Pinaka snapped at a touch, so tell me on what ground I should be proud. Hear the truth, lord of the Bhrigus: if we let a slight pass, saying to ourselves that the man is a brahmin, it is for that reason alone; otherwise what champion is there in the world before whom fear would make us bow our head?'

  284. Verse 284

    caupāī deva danuja bhūpati bhaṭa nānā| samabala adhika hou balavānā|| jauṃ rana hamahi pacārai koū| larahiṃ sukhena kālu kina hoū|| chatriya tanu dhari samara sakānā| kula kalaṃku tehiṃ pāva~ra ānā|| kahau~ subhāu na kulahi prasaṃsī| kālahu ḍarahiṃ na rana raghubaṃsī|| biprabaṃsa kai asi prabhutāī| abhaya hoi jo tumhahi ḍerāī|| sunu mṛdu gūṛha bacana raghupati ke| ughare paṭala parasudhara mati ke|| rāma ramāpati kara dhanu lehū| khaiṃcahu miṭai mora saṃdehū|| deta cāpu āpuhiṃ cali gayaū| parasurāma mana bisamaya bhayaū|| dohā/soraṭhā jānā rāma prabhāu taba pulaka praphullita gāta| jori pāni bole bacana hdaya~ na premu amāta||284||

    Meaning

    Rama went on, 'Gods, demons, kings and warriors without number, be they our equals in strength or mightier still, if any one of them challenges us to battle, we fight him gladly, though it were Death himself. The man who wears a Kshatriya's body and yet shrinks from the field, that wretch brings a stain upon his line. I speak as my nature bids me, not to praise my own house: those of the Raghu line do not fear even Death in battle. But such is the majesty of the brahmin race that whoever goes in fear of you becomes fearless of all else.' Hearing these gentle words of Raghupati, deep with meaning, the film upon the axe-bearer's understanding fell away. 'Rama, take this bow of Ramapati and draw it, that my doubt may be at an end.' Even as he held it out, the bow passed of itself into Rama's hand, and Parashurama's mind was struck with wonder. Then he knew Rama's true glory; his body thrilled and his limbs flowered with joy, and joining his palms he spoke, his heart unable to hold its love.

  285. Verse 285

    caupāī jaya raghubaṃsa banaja bana bhānū| gahana danuja kula dahana kṛsānu|| jaya sura bipra dhenu hitakārī| jaya mada moha koha bhrama hārī|| binaya sīla karunā guna sāgara| jayati bacana racanā ati nāgara|| sevaka sukhada subhaga saba aṃgā| jaya sarīra chabi koṭi anaṃgā|| karauṃ kāha mukha eka prasaṃsā| jaya mahesa mana mānasa haṃsā|| anucita bahuta kaheu~ agyātā| chamahu chamāmaṃdira dou bhrātā|| kahi jaya jaya jaya raghukulaketū| bhṛgupati gae banahi tapa hetū|| apabhaya~ kuṭila mahīpa ḍerāne| jaha~ taha~ kāyara gava~hiṃ parāne|| dohā/soraṭhā devanha dīnhīṃ duṃdubhīṃ prabhu para baraṣahiṃ phūla| haraṣe pura nara nāri saba miṭī mohamaya sūla||285||

    Meaning

    Parashurama said, 'Glory to you, sun to the lotus-beds of the Raghu line, fire that burns up the dense thicket of the demon race. Glory to the friend of gods, brahmins and cows; glory to him who takes away pride, delusion, anger and error. Ocean of humility, good conduct, compassion and every virtue, glory to you, so exquisitely skilled in the framing of speech. Giver of joy to your servants, lovely in every limb, glory to that body whose beauty is that of ten million Loves. With a single mouth what praise can I offer? Glory to the swan of the Manasa lake that is Mahesha's mind. In my ignorance I said much that was unfit: forgive me, you two brothers who are the very dwelling of forgiveness.' Crying 'Victory, victory, victory to the banner of Raghu's line,' the lord of the Bhrigus went away to the forest to practise austerity. The crooked kings were seized with a groundless dread, and the cowards among them slipped quietly away, this way and that. The gods beat their kettledrums and rained flowers upon the Lord; every man and woman of the city rejoiced, and the pang born of delusion was gone.

  286. Verse 286

    caupāī ati gahagahe bājane bāje| sabahiṃ manohara maṃgala sāje|| jūtha jūtha mili sumukha sunayanīṃ| karahiṃ gāna kala kokilabayanī|| sukhu bideha kara barani na jāī| janmadaridra manahu~ nidhi pāī|| gata trāsa bhai sīya sukhārī| janu bidhu udaya~ cakorakumārī|| janaka kīnha kausikahi pranāmā| prabhu prasāda dhanu bhaṃjeu rāmā|| mohi kṛtakṛtya kīnha duhu~ bhāīṃ| aba jo ucita so kahia gosāī|| kaha muni sunu naranātha prabīnā| rahā bibāhu cāpa ādhīnā|| ṭūṭatahīṃ dhanu bhayau bibāhū| sura nara nāga bidita saba kāhu|| dohā/soraṭhā tadapi jāi tumha karahu aba jathā baṃsa byavahāru| būjhi bipra kulabṛddha gura beda bidita ācāru||286||

    Meaning

    Instruments struck up with great gusto, and everyone set out charming auspicious things. Group upon group, fair-faced women with lovely eyes and voices like the cuckoo's sang sweet songs together. The joy of Videha's king was beyond telling, as though a man poor from his birth had come upon a hoard of treasure. Her fear gone, Sita grew glad, like a young chakori bird at the rising of the moon. Janaka bowed to Kaushika and said, 'By your grace, master, Rama has broken the bow; these two brothers have made my every purpose complete. Now tell me, holy one, what should rightly be done.' The sage answered, 'Listen, wise king: the marriage waited upon the bow, and the moment the bow broke the marriage was made, as gods, men and nagas all know. Even so, go now and do what the custom of your house requires, taking counsel of brahmins, of the elders of the family and of your guru, according to the practice the Vedas make known.'

  287. Verse 287

    caupāī dūta avadhapura paṭhavahu jāī| ānahiṃ nṛpa dasarathahi bolāī|| mudita rāu kahi bhalehiṃ kṛpālā| paṭhae dūta boli tehi kālā|| bahuri mahājana sakala bolāe| āi sabanhi sādara sira nāe|| hāṭa bāṭa maṃdira surabāsā| nagaru sa~vārahu cārihu~ pāsā|| haraṣi cale nija nija gṛha āe| puni paricāraka boli paṭhāe|| racahu bicitra bitāna banāī| sira dhari bacana cale sacu pāī|| paṭhae boli gunī tinha nānā| je bitāna bidhi kusala sujānā|| bidhihi baṃdi tinha kīnha araṃbhā| birace kanaka kadali ke khaṃbhā|| dohā/soraṭhā harita maninha ke patra phala padumarāga ke phūla| racanā dekhi bicitra ati manu biraṃci kara bhūla||287||

    Meaning

    The sage said, 'Send messengers off to Ayodhya, and let them invite King Dasharatha and bring him here.' Delighted, the king said, 'Very well, gracious one,' and at that very moment called messengers and dispatched them. Then he summoned all the leading men of the city, and they came and bowed their heads respectfully. 'Markets, streets, houses and the dwellings of the gods, adorn the whole city on all four sides.' Rejoicing, they went off and came to their own homes; then he sent for his attendants: 'Build and raise a wonderful pavilion.' Taking his word upon their heads they went away well pleased. They called in many skilled men, expert and wise in the craft of pavilion-making, who did reverence to Brahma and made a beginning, and fashioned pillars of golden plantain, with leaves of green gems and fruit and blossom of ruby. Seeing so marvellous a workmanship, even the mind of Brahma would be led astray.

  288. Verse 288

    caupāī beni harita manimaya saba kīnhe| sarala saparaba parahiṃ nahiṃ cīnhe|| kanaka kalita ahibela banāī| lakhi nahi parai saparana suhāī|| tehi ke raci paci baṃdha banāe| bica bica mukatā dāma suhāe|| mānika marakata kulisa pirojā| cīri kori paci race sarojā|| kie bhṛṃga bahuraṃga bihaṃgā| guṃjahiṃ kūjahiṃ pavana prasaṃgā|| sura pratimā khaṃbhana gaṛhī kāṛhī| maṃgala drabya lie~ saba ṭhāṛhī|| cauṃkeṃ bhā~ti aneka purāīṃ| siṃdhura manimaya sahaja suhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā saurabha pallava subhaga suṭhi kie nīlamani kori|| hema baura marakata ghavari lasata pāṭamaya ḍori||288||

    Meaning

    The bamboos were all made of green gems, straight and knotted just as real ones are, so that no one could tell them apart. A lovely creeper of gold was fashioned, so charming with its leaves that it could not be recognized for what it was. Of it, with painstaking labour, festoons and hangings were wrought, with beautiful strings of pearls set in between. Rubies, emeralds, diamonds and turquoise were split and carved and worked into lotuses. Bees were made, and birds of many colours, and they hummed and warbled as the breeze moved among them. Images of the gods were carved and raised upon the pillars, all standing with auspicious articles in their hands. Ceremonial squares of many patterns were filled in, and there were jewelled elephants, lovely without any art. Mango leaves, exceedingly fair, were carved out of sapphire, and golden mango-blossom and clusters of emerald gleamed upon cords of silk.

  289. Verse 289

    caupāī race rucira bara baṃdanibāre| manahu~ manobhava~ phaṃda sa~vāre|| maṃgala kalasa aneka banāe| dhvaja patāka paṭa camara suhāe|| dīpa manohara manimaya nānā| jāi na barani bicitra bitānā|| jehiṃ maṃḍapa dulahini baidehī| so baranai asi mati kabi kehī|| dūlahu rāmu rūpa guna sāgara| so bitānu tihu~ loka ujāgara|| janaka bhavana kai saubhā jaisī| gṛha gṛha prati pura dekhia taisī|| jehiṃ terahuti tehi samaya nihārī| tehi laghu lagahiṃ bhuvana dasa cārī|| jo saṃpadā nīca gṛha sohā| so biloki suranāyaka mohā|| dohā/soraṭhā basai nagara jehi laccha kari kapaṭa nāri bara beṣu|| tehi pura kai sobhā kahata sakucahiṃ sārada seṣu||289||

    Meaning

    Lovely festoons were hung up, as though the god of love had set out his snares and dressed them fine. Many auspicious pitchers were made ready, and flags, banners, hangings and chowries added their charm. Countless enchanting lamps of jewels were lit, and the wondrous canopy is past all describing. What poet has the wit to describe the pavilion in which Vaidehi is the bride, and in which Rama, the ocean of beauty and virtue, is the bridegroom — a canopy famed through the three worlds? Whatever splendour was seen in Janaka's palace was matched in house after house throughout the city; and whoever looked upon Tirhut in those days found the fourteen worlds small beside it. The wealth that adorned even the meanest dwelling there so dazzled the lord of the gods that he was quite bewitched. In that city Lakshmi herself resides, disguised in the form of a woman of fair appearance; Sharada and Shesha shrink from telling the beauty of such a place.

  290. Verse 290

    caupāī pahu~ce dūta rāma pura pāvana| haraṣe nagara biloki suhāvana|| bhūpa dvāra tinha khabari janāī| dasaratha nṛpa suni lie bolāī|| kari pranāmu tinha pātī dīnhī| mudita mahīpa āpu uṭhi līnhī|| bāri bilocana bācata pā~tī| pulaka gāta āī bhari chātī|| rāmu lakhanu ura kara bara cīṭhī| rahi gae kahata na khāṭī mīṭhī|| puni dhari dhīra patrikā bā~cī| haraṣī sabhā bāta suni sā~cī|| khelata rahe tahā~ sudhi pāī| āe bharatu sahita hita bhāī|| pūchata ati saneha~ sakucāī| tāta kahā~ teṃ pātī āī|| dohā/soraṭhā kusala prānapriya baṃdhu dou ahahiṃ kahahu kehiṃ desa| suni saneha sāne bacana bācī bahuri naresa||290||

    Meaning

    The messengers reached Rama's holy city and rejoiced to behold how lovely it was. At the king's gate they sent in word of themselves, and Dasharatha, hearing it, called them before him. Bowing low, they handed over the letter, and the delighted king rose himself to take it. As he read the letter water filled his eyes, his body thrilled, and his breast overflowed. With Rama and Lakshmana in his heart and that precious letter in his hand he remained just as he was, saying nothing, neither sour word nor sweet. Then, steadying himself, he read the letter aloud, and the whole court rejoiced to hear that the news was true. Bharata was at play when word of it reached him, and he came with his dear brother. Shy for all his great affection, he asked, 'Father, from where has this letter come? Are my two brothers, dear to me as life itself, well? Tell me, in what country are they?' Hearing words so steeped in love, the king read the letter through once again.

  291. Verse 291

    caupāī suni pātī pulake dou bhrātā| adhika sanehu samāta na gātā|| prīti punīta bharata kai dekhī| sakala sabhā~ sukhu laheu biseṣī|| taba nṛpa dūta nikaṭa baiṭhāre| madhura manohara bacana ucāre|| bhaiyā kahahu kusala dou bāre| tumha nīkeṃ nija nayana nihāre|| syāmala gaura dhareṃ dhanu bhāthā| baya kisora kausika muni sāthā|| pahicānahu tumha kahahu subhāū| prema bibasa puni puni kaha rāū|| jā dina teṃ muni gae lavāī| taba teṃ āju sā~ci sudhi pāī|| kahahu bideha kavana bidhi jāne| suni priya bacana dūta musakāne|| dohā/soraṭhā sunahu mahīpati mukuṭa mani tumha sama dhanya na kou| rāmu lakhanu jinha ke tanaya bisva bibhūṣana dou||291||

    Meaning

    Hearing the letter, both brothers thrilled with joy; so great was their love that their bodies could not contain it. Seeing Bharata's pure affection, the whole assembly took a special delight. Then the king seated the messengers close beside him and spoke to them in sweet and winning words: 'Brothers, tell me, are both the boys well? Did you see them clearly with your own eyes — the dark one and the fair, bearing bow and quiver, still of tender years, in the company of the sage Kaushika? Did you know them? Tell me what they are like.' Overcome with love, the king said it again and again: 'From the day the sage led them away, only today have I had any true word of them. Tell me too how Videha came to know them.' Hearing these loving words the messengers smiled and said, 'Listen, crest-jewel among kings: none is so blessed as you, whose two sons are Rama and Lakshmana, the ornaments of the universe.'

  292. Verse 292

    caupāī pūchana jogu na tanaya tumhāre| puruṣasiṃgha tihu pura ujiāre|| jinha ke jasa pratāpa keṃ āge| sasi malīna rabi sītala lāge|| tinha kaha~ kahia nātha kimi cīnhe| dekhia rabi ki dīpa kara līnhe|| sīya svayaṃbara bhūpa anekā| samiṭe subhaṭa eka teṃ ekā|| saṃbhu sarāsanu kāhu~ na ṭārā| hāre sakala bīra bariārā|| tīni loka maha~ je bhaṭamānī| sabha kai sakati saṃbhu dhanu bhānī|| sakai uṭhāi sarāsura merū| sou hiya~ hāri gayau kari pherū|| jehi kautuka sivasailu uṭhāvā| sou tehi sabhā~ parābhau pāvā|| dohā/soraṭhā tahā~ rāma raghubaṃsa mani sunia mahā mahipāla| bhaṃjeu cāpa prayāsa binu jimi gaja paṃkaja nāla||292||

    Meaning

    'Your sons are not such as need be asked after, my lord: lions among men, they light up all three worlds. Before their fame and their majesty the moon looks dim and the sun feels cold. How then are we to say that we recognized them? Does one take a lamp in hand to look at the sun? At Sita's svayamvara many kings gathered, champions each mightier than the last, and not one of them could stir Shambhu's bow; every strong hero was defeated. Whoever in the three worlds prided himself on his valour had his strength broken by that bow of Shambhu. Even he who could lift up Mount Meru with gods and demons upon it lost heart, walked once round the bow and turned away; and he who in mere sport once lifted Shiva's mountain met his humiliation in that assembly. Hear it, great king: there Rama, the jewel of the Raghu line, snapped the bow without effort, as an elephant snaps a lotus stalk.'

  293. Verse 293

    caupāī suni saroṣa bhṛgunāyaku āe| bahuta bhā~ti tinha ā~khi dekhāe|| dekhi rāma balu nija dhanu dīnhā| kari bahu binaya gavanu bana kīnhā|| rājana rāmu atulabala jaiseṃ| teja nidhāna lakhanu puni taiseṃ|| kaṃpahi bhūpa bilokata jākeṃ| jimi gaja hari kisora ke tākeṃ|| deva dekhi tava bālaka doū| aba na ā~khi tara āvata koū|| dūta bacana racanā priya lāgī| prema pratāpa bīra rasa pāgī|| sabhā sameta rāu anurāge| dūtanha dena nichāvari lāge|| kahi anīti te mūdahiṃ kānā| dharamu bicāri sabahiṃ sukha mānā|| dohā/soraṭhā taba uṭhi bhūpa basiṣṭha kahu~ dīnhi patrikā jāi| kathā sunāī gurahi saba sādara dūta bolāi||293||

    Meaning

    'Hearing of it, the lord of the Bhrigus came in a rage and glared at them threateningly in every way; but seeing Rama's might, he made over his own bow to him and, with much humble entreaty, went away to the forest. O king, as Rama is of measureless strength, so is Lakshmana a treasury of splendour: kings tremble under his glance as elephants do at the gaze of a lion cub. Lord, having once seen your two boys, no one else now comes before our eyes.' The messengers' well-turned speech, soaked in love, in majesty and in the heroic mood, pleased all who heard it. The king and his whole court were filled with affection and began to press gifts upon the messengers; but they stopped their ears, calling it improper, and when all considered what was right they were the more gratified. Then the king rose, went and placed the letter in Vasishtha's hands, and respectfully calling the messengers in, had the whole story told to his teacher.

  294. Verse 294

    caupāī suni bole gura ati sukhu pāī| punya puruṣa kahu~ mahi sukha chāī|| jimi saritā sāgara mahu~ jāhīṃ| jadyapi tāhi kāmanā nāhīṃ|| timi sukha saṃpati binahiṃ bolāe~| dharamasīla pahiṃ jāhiṃ subhāe~|| tumha gura bipra dhenu sura sebī| tasi punīta kausalyā debī|| sukṛtī tumha samāna jaga māhīṃ| bhayau na hai kou honeu nāhīṃ|| tumha te adhika punya baṛa kākeṃ| rājana rāma sarisa suta jākeṃ|| bīra binīta dharama brata dhārī| guna sāgara bara bālaka cārī|| tumha kahu~ sarba kāla kalyānā| sajahu barāta bajāi nisānā|| dohā/soraṭhā calahu begi suni gura bacana bhalehiṃ nātha siru nāi| bhūpati gavane bhavana taba dūtanha bāsu devāi||294||

    Meaning

    Hearing it all, the guru was greatly pleased and said: 'For a man of merit, happiness lies spread over the whole earth. As rivers run down into the sea, though the sea has no craving for them, so joy and fortune come of themselves, unbidden, to one whose nature is set on righteousness. You have served your teacher, the brahmins, the cows and the gods, and Queen Kaushalya is as pure as you are. In all the world there is none so meritorious as you: none has been, none is, and none shall be. Whose merit is greater than yours, O king, who has a son like Rama — four fine boys, brave, modest, steadfast in the vows of dharma, oceans of virtue? Welfare is yours in every season; now let the drums be sounded and the wedding party made ready. Set out at once.' Hearing his teacher's words the king bowed his head and said, 'Very well, my lord'; then, having lodgings assigned to the messengers, he went away to his palace.

  295. Verse 295

    caupāī rājā sabu ranivāsa bolāī| janaka patrikā bāci sunāī|| suni saṃdesu sakala haraṣānīṃ| apara kathā saba bhūpa bakhānīṃ|| prema praphullita rājahiṃ rānī| manahu~ sikhini suni bārida banī|| mudita asīsa dehiṃ guru nārīṃ| ati ānaṃda magana mahatārīṃ|| lehiṃ paraspara ati priya pātī| hṛdaya~ lagāi juṛāvahiṃ chātī|| rāma lakhana kai kīrati karanī| bārahiṃ bāra bhūpabara baranī|| muni prasādu kahi dvāra sidhāe| rāninha taba mahideva bolāe|| die dāna ānaṃda sametā| cale biprabara āsiṣa detā|| dohā/soraṭhā jācaka lie ha~kāri dīnhi nichāvari koṭi bidhi| ciru jīvahu~ suta cāri cakrabarti dasarattha ke||295||

    Meaning

    The king called the whole of the inner apartments together and read Janaka's letter out to them. Hearing the message every one of the women rejoiced, and the king recounted at length all the rest of the news besides. The queens shone, blossoming with love, like peahens grown lovely at the sound of the rain-clouds. The guru's womenfolk gladly gave their blessings, and the mothers were drowned in utter bliss. They took that most precious letter from one another's hands, pressed it to their hearts and cooled their breasts with it. Again and again the noble king told over the fame and the deeds of Rama and Lakshmana. Saying that all this was the sage's grace, he went out to the gate; then the queens sent for the Brahmins and made them gifts in their joy, and the excellent Brahmins went away pronouncing blessings. The suppliants were called in and given largesse of a myriad kinds, with the blessing: may the four sons of the emperor Dasharatha live long.

  296. Verse 296

    caupāī kahata cale pahireṃ paṭa nānā| haraṣi hane gahagahe nisānā|| samācāra saba loganha pāe| lāge ghara ghara hone badhāe|| bhuvana cāri dasa bharā uchāhū| janakasutā raghubīra biāhū|| suni subha kathā loga anurāge| maga gṛha galīṃ sa~vārana lāge|| jadyapi avadha sadaiva suhāvani| rāma purī maṃgalamaya pāvani|| tadapi prīti kai prīti suhāī| maṃgala racanā racī banāī|| dhvaja patāka paṭa cāmara cāru| chāvā parama bicitra bajārū|| kanaka kalasa torana mani jālā| harada dūba dadhi acchata mālā|| dohā/soraṭhā maṃgalamaya nija nija bhavana loganha race banāi| bīthīṃ sīcīṃ caturasama caukeṃ cāru purāi||296||

    Meaning

    Speaking of it as they went, dressed in garments of every kind, they joyfully struck up the loud kettledrums. All the people had the news, and house after house began its rejoicing. The fourteen worlds were filled with festivity: Janaka's daughter is to wed Raghubira. Hearing the auspicious tale the people were filled with love and set about dressing the roads, the houses and the lanes. Ayodhya is always lovely, Rama's city, holy and full of blessing; yet even so love outdid love in its beauty, and lovely festal decorations were fashioned there. Flags, banners, hangings and fair whisks; the market roofed over in a manner past all wonder. Golden pitchers, arches, nets of gems, turmeric, durva grass, curd, whole rice and garlands. Each of the people made his own house a place of good omen, sprinkled the lanes with the fourfold fragrant paste, and filled in beautiful auspicious designs.

  297. Verse 297

    caupāī jaha~ taha~ jūtha jūtha mili bhāmini| saji nava sapta sakala duti dāmini|| bidhubadanīṃ mṛga sāvaka locani| nija sarupa rati mānu bimocani|| gāvahiṃ maṃgala maṃjula bānīṃ| sunikala rava kalakaṃṭhi lajānīṃ|| bhūpa bhavana kimi jāi bakhānā| bisva bimohana raceu bitānā|| maṃgala drabya manohara nānā| rājata bājata bipula nisānā|| katahu~ birida baṃdī uccarahīṃ| katahu~ beda dhuni bhūsura karahīṃ|| gāvahiṃ suṃdari maṃgala gītā| lai lai nāmu rāmu aru sītā|| bahuta uchāhu bhavanu ati thorā| mānahu~ umagi calā cahu orā|| dohā/soraṭhā sobhā dasaratha bhavana kai ko kabi baranai pāra| jahā~ sakala sura sīsa mani rāma līnha avatāra||297||

    Meaning

    Here and there the women gathered in group upon group, decked in all the sixteen adornments, every one of them shining like lightning. Moon-faced and fawn-eyed, their beauty stripped Rati herself of her pride. They sang songs of blessing in sweet voices, and hearing that melodious sound the cuckoo was put to shame. How can the king's palace be described? A canopy had been raised there that bewitched the world. Charming articles of good omen of every kind were set out, and drums past counting sounded. In one place the bards recited titles of praise; in another the Brahmins raised the chant of the Vedas. Lovely women sang auspicious songs, taking the names of Rama and Sita over and over. So great was the rejoicing and so small the palace that the joy seemed to brim over and flow out on all four sides. What poet can reach the end of the splendour of Dasharatha's palace, there where Rama, the crest-jewel of all the gods, took birth?

  298. Verse 298

    caupāī bhūpa bharata puni lie bolāī| haya gaya syaṃdana sājahu jāī|| calahu begi raghubīra barātā| sunata pulaka pūre dou bhrātā|| bharata sakala sāhanī bolāe| āyasu dīnha mudita uṭhi dhāe|| raci ruci jīna turaga tinha sāje| barana barana bara bāji birāje|| subhaga sakala suṭhi caṃcala karanī| aya iva jarata dharata paga dharanī|| nānā jāti na jāhiṃ bakhāne| nidari pavanu janu cahata uṛāne|| tinha saba chayala bhae asavārā| bharata sarisa baya rājakumārā|| saba suṃdara saba bhūṣanadhārī| kara sara cāpa tūna kaṭi bhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā chare chabīle chayala saba sūra sujāna nabīna| juga padacara asavāra prati je asikalā prabīna||298||

    Meaning

    Then the king sent for Bharata and said, 'Go and have the horses, the elephants and the chariots made ready, and set out quickly with Raghubira's marriage party.' At these words both brothers were thrilled through. Bharata summoned all the masters of the stables and gave them the order, and they rose in delight and ran. They saddled the horses with saddles wrought to please the eye, and steeds of every colour stood resplendent, all of them lovely and exceedingly spirited, setting hoof to the earth as though it were red-hot iron. They were of breeds too many to be named, and seemed to scorn the wind and long to fly. On them mounted gallant riders, young princes of Bharata's own years, all handsome, all wearing ornaments, bow and arrow in hand and a heavy quiver at the waist. Trim, handsome gallants every one, brave and skilled and young; and with each horseman went a pair of footmen expert in the play of the sword.

  299. Verse 299

    caupāī bā~dhe birada bīra rana gāṛhe| nikasi bhae pura bāhera ṭhāṛhe|| pherahiṃ catura turaga gati nānā| haraṣahiṃ suni suni pavana nisānā|| ratha sārathinha bicitra banāe| dhvaja patāka mani bhūṣana lāe|| cava~ra cāru kiṃkina dhuni karahī| bhānu jāna sobhā apaharahīṃ|| sāva~karana aganita haya hote| te tinha rathanha sārathinha jote|| suṃdara sakala alaṃkṛta sohe| jinhahi bilokata muni mana mohe|| je jala calahiṃ thalahi kī nāī| ṭāpa na būṛa bega adhikāī|| astra sastra sabu sāju banāī| rathī sārathinha lie bolāī|| dohā/soraṭhā caṛhi caṛhi ratha bāhera nagara lāgī jurana barāta| hota saguna sundara sabahi jo jehi kāraja jāta||299||

    Meaning

    Heroes staunch in battle, with their vows of valour bound on, came forth and stood outside the city. Skilled riders wheeled their horses through many paces, and the horses took delight in the drums as they heard them again and again. The charioteers had made the chariots marvellous, setting flags and banners, gems and ornaments upon them; fair whisks and little bells rang out, and the cars robbed the sun's own chariot of its splendour. There were black-eared horses beyond counting, and these the charioteers yoked to the chariots, all beautiful, all decked with ornament, so fair that even the minds of sages were charmed to look at them. They ran upon water as upon dry land, their hooves never sinking, so great was their speed. When every weapon and arm and all the gear had been made ready, the car-warriors called their charioteers to them. Mounting chariot after chariot, the marriage party began to gather outside the city, and fair omens appeared to every one of them, whatever the errand each went upon.

  300. Verse 300

    caupāī kalita karibaranhi parīṃ a~bārīṃ| kahi na jāhiṃ jehi bhā~ti sa~vārīṃ|| cale mattagaja ghaṃṭa birājī| manahu~ subhaga sāvana ghana rājī|| bāhana apara aneka bidhānā| sibikā subhaga sukhāsana jānā|| tinha caṛhi cale biprabara bṛndā| janu tanu dhareṃ sakala śruti chaṃdā|| māgadha sūta baṃdi gunagāyaka| cale jāna caṛhi jo jehi lāyaka|| besara ū~ṭa bṛṣabha bahu jātī| cale bastu bhari aganita bhā~tī|| koṭinha kā~vari cale kahārā| bibidha bastu ko baranai pārā|| cale sakala sevaka samudāī| nija nija sāju samāju banāī|| dohā/soraṭhā saba keṃ ura nirbhara haraṣu pūrita pulaka sarīra| kabahiṃ dekhibe nayana bhari rāmu lakhanū dou bīra||300||

    Meaning

    Lovely howdahs were set upon the finest elephants, decked in a fashion beyond telling. The rutting elephants moved with their bells resounding, like a fair line of clouds in the rains. There were many other kinds of conveyance besides, palanquins and comfortable litters and carriages, and mounting these went the throngs of noble Brahmins, as though all the metres of the Vedas had taken bodily form. Bards and minstrels and heralds and singers of praise went riding, each in a vehicle to match his standing. Mules, camels and oxen of many breeds went laden with goods of countless kinds. Bearers in their myriads went with carrying-poles on their shoulders, laden with such varied things as none could describe. The whole host of servants set out, each with his own gear and his own company. In every heart was joy past holding, and the body thrilled with it: when shall we fill our eyes with the sight of the two heroes, Rama and Lakshmana?

  301. Verse 301

    caupāī garajahiṃ gaja ghaṃṭā dhuni ghorā| ratha rava bāji hiṃsa cahu orā|| nidari ghanahi ghurmmarahiṃ nisānā| nija parāi kachu sunia na kānā|| mahā bhīra bhūpati ke dvāreṃ| raja hoi jāi paṣāna pabāreṃ|| caṛhī aṭārinha dekhahiṃ nārīṃ| liṃe~ āratī maṃgala thārī|| gāvahiṃ gīta manohara nānā| ati ānaṃdu na jāi bakhānā|| taba sumaṃtra dui spaṃdana sājī| jote rabi haya niṃdaka bājī|| dou ratha rucira bhūpa pahiṃ āne| nahiṃ sārada pahiṃ jāhiṃ bakhāne|| rāja samāju eka ratha sājā| dūsara teja puṃja ati bhrājā|| dohā/soraṭhā tehiṃ ratha rucira basiṣṭha kahu~ haraṣi caṛhāi naresu| āpu caṛheu spaṃdana sumiri hara gura gauri ganesu||301||

    Meaning

    Elephants trumpeted and the bells clanged with a terrible din; the rumble of chariots and the neighing of horses filled all four quarters. The kettledrums thundered, shaming the rain-clouds, so that no one could catch a word of his own or of another's. So great was the press at the king's gate that a stone flung into it would have been ground to dust. Women climbed to the upper terraces to watch, holding the auspicious trays of arati, and sang many charming songs; the joy of it was past all telling. Then Sumantra made ready two chariots and yoked to them horses that put the steeds of the sun to shame. He brought both lovely chariots before the king, and not even Sharada could describe them: one was fitted out with the royal state, the other blazed like a mass of pure splendour. On that beautiful chariot the king gladly seated Vasishtha, and himself mounted his own, calling to mind Shiva, his guru, Gauri and Ganesha.

  302. Verse 302

    caupāī sahita basiṣṭha soha nṛpa kaiseṃ| sura gura saṃga puraṃdara jaiseṃ|| kari kula rīti beda bidhi rāū| dekhi sabahi saba bhā~ti banāū|| sumiri rāmu gura āyasu pāī| cale mahīpati saṃkha bajāī|| haraṣe bibudha biloki barātā| baraṣahiṃ sumana sumaṃgala dātā|| bhayau kolāhala haya gaya gāje| byoma barāta bājane bāje|| sura nara nāri sumaṃgala gāī| sarasa rāga bājahiṃ sahanāī|| ghaṃṭa ghaṃṭi dhuni barani na jāhīṃ| sarava karahiṃ pāika phaharāhīṃ|| karahiṃ bidūṣaka kautuka nānā| hāsa kusala kala gāna sujānā | dohā/soraṭhā turaga nacāvahiṃ ku~ara bara akani mṛdaṃga nisāna|| nāgara naṭa citavahiṃ cakita ḍagahiṃ na tāla ba~dhāna||302||

    Meaning

    Beside Vasishtha the king shone as Indra shines beside the preceptor of the gods. Having performed the customs of his house according to Vedic ordinance, the king looked over the whole company and saw it arrayed in every way. Then, remembering Rama and receiving his guru's leave, the lord of the earth set out to the blowing of conches. The gods rejoiced to behold the wedding train and showered down blossoms, bringers of good fortune. A great tumult arose, horses and elephants trumpeting, and music sounded both in the sky and in the procession. Women divine and mortal sang songs of blessing, and the shahnai poured out sweet melodies. The clangour of great bells and little bells was past describing, and the footmen raced and flitted to and fro. Jesters played all manner of pranks, masters of mirth and skilled in sweet song. The noble princes made their horses dance to the beat of the mridang and the kettledrums; the practised dancers looked on astonished, for the horses never once faltered from the measure.

  303. Verse 303

    caupāī banai na baranata banī barātā| hohiṃ saguna suṃdara subhadātā|| cārā cāṣu bāma disi leī| manahu~ sakala maṃgala kahi deī|| dāhina kāga sukheta suhāvā| nakula darasu saba kāhū~ pāvā|| sānukūla baha tribidha bayārī| saghaṭa savāla āva bara nārī|| lovā phiri phiri darasu dekhāvā| surabhī sanamukha sisuhi piāvā|| mṛgamālā phiri dāhini āī| maṃgala gana janu dīnhi dekhāī|| chemakarī kaha chema biseṣī| syāmā bāma sutaru para dekhī|| sanamukha āyau dadhi aru mīnā| kara pustaka dui bipra prabīnā|| dohā/soraṭhā maṃgalamaya kalyānamaya abhimata phala dātāra| janu saba sāce hona hita bhae saguna eka bāra||303||

    Meaning

    The wedding train was arrayed beyond all describing, and beautiful omens began to appear, bringers of good. A blue jay took its food on the left, as though pronouncing every blessing. On the right a crow sat over a goodly field, a pleasing sight, and everyone caught sight of a mongoose. A favourable breeze blew, cool and gentle and fragrant, and a comely woman came towards them with a full pitcher and a child at her side. A fox showed itself again and again; a cow stood facing them, suckling her calf. A herd of deer wheeled round and passed on the right, as though displaying a whole company of auspicious signs. The chemkari cried out a promise of special safety, and the shyama bird was seen on the left upon a fine tree. Curds and fish came before them, and two learned Brahmins with books in their hands. Auspicious, blessed, granters of the desired fruit — it was as though every omen had appeared at one and the same time so that all of them might come true.

  304. Verse 304

    caupāī maṃgala saguna sugama saba tākeṃ| saguna brahma suṃdara suta jākeṃ|| rāma sarisa baru dulahini sītā| samadhī dasarathu janaku punītā|| suni asa byāhu saguna saba nāce| aba kīnhe biraṃci hama sā~ce|| ehi bidhi kīnha barāta payānā| haya gaya gājahiṃ hane nisānā|| āvata jāni bhānukula ketū| saritanhi janaka ba~dhāe setū|| bīca bīca bara bāsa banāe| surapura sarisa saṃpadā chāe|| asana sayana bara basana suhāe| pāvahiṃ saba nija nija mana bhāe|| nita nūtana sukha lakhi anukūle| sakala barātinha maṃdira bhūle|| dohā/soraṭhā āvata jāni barāta bara suni gahagahe nisāna| saji gaja ratha padacara turaga lena cale agavāna||304||

    Meaning

    Auspicious omens come easily to him whose beautiful son is Brahman himself with form. The bridegroom is one like Rama and the bride is Sita, and the two fathers of the couple are the holy Dasharatha and Janaka. Hearing of such a wedding all the omens danced, saying, 'Now the Creator has made us come true.' In this manner the procession set out, horses and elephants trumpeting and the kettledrums beaten. Learning that the banner of the solar line was on his way, Janaka had bridges thrown across the rivers and fine lodgings raised along the route, spread with a splendour like the city of the gods. Food, beds, and fine handsome garments — each guest found there whatever his own heart desired, and seeing such agreeable comfort renewed every day, the whole wedding party forgot their own homes. Learning that the noble procession was near, and hearing the loud beat of the kettledrums, those sent to welcome it set out with elephants, chariots, footmen and horses to receive it.

  305. Verse 305

    caupāī kanaka kalasa bhari kopara thārā| bhājana lalita aneka prakārā|| bhare sudhāsama saba pakavāne| nānā bhā~ti na jāhiṃ bakhāne|| phala aneka bara bastu suhāīṃ| haraṣi bheṃṭa hita bhūpa paṭhāīṃ|| bhūṣana basana mahāmani nānā| khaga mṛga haya gaya bahubidhi jānā|| maṃgala saguna sugaṃdha suhāe| bahuta bhā~ti mahipāla paṭhāe|| dadhi ciurā upahāra apārā| bhari bhari kā~vari cale kahārā|| agavānanha jaba dīkhi barātā| ura ānaṃdu pulaka bhara gātā|| dekhi banāva sahita agavānā| mudita barātinha hane nisānā|| dohā/soraṭhā haraṣi parasapara milana hita kachuka cale bagamela| janu ānaṃda samudra dui milata bihāi subela||305||

    Meaning

    Golden jars filled to the brim, salvers and trays and lovely vessels of many kinds; all manner of sweetmeats sweet as nectar, of sorts past counting; many fruits and choice fair things — all these Janaka gladly sent as an offering. Ornaments, garments, great gems in plenty, birds and deer, horses and elephants and carriages of many sorts, articles of good omen and sweet perfumes: the king sent them in every variety. Curds, parched rice and gifts without number went off on the bearers' slings, loaded to the full. When the welcoming party caught sight of the procession, joy filled their hearts and a thrill ran over their bodies; and the wedding guests, seeing the welcomers in all their array, struck their kettledrums in delight. In their gladness some galloped forward pell-mell to meet the others, as though two oceans of bliss were meeting and overleaping their proper shores.

  306. Verse 306

    caupāī baraṣi sumana sura suṃdari gāvahiṃ| mudita deva duṃdubhīṃ bajāvahiṃ|| bastu sakala rākhīṃ nṛpa āgeṃ| binaya kīnha tinha ati anurāgeṃ|| prema sameta rāya~ sabu līnhā| bhai bakasīsa jācakanhi dīnhā|| kari pūjā mānyatā baṛāī| janavāse kahu~ cale lavāī|| basana bicitra pā~vaṛe parahīṃ| dekhi dhanahu dhana madu pariharahīṃ|| ati suṃdara dīnheu janavāsā| jaha~ saba kahu~ saba bhā~ti supāsā|| jānī siya~ barāta pura āī| kachu nija mahimā pragaṭi janāī|| hṛdaya~ sumiri saba siddhi bolāī| bhūpa pahunaī karana paṭhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā sidhi saba siya āyasu akani gaīṃ jahā~ janavāsa| lie~ saṃpadā sakala sukha surapura bhoga bilāsa||306||

    Meaning

    Showering flowers, the celestial women sang, and the delighted gods sounded their kettledrums. All the articles were set down before the king, and those who brought them made their submission with great affection. The king accepted everything lovingly, and it was then given away as largesse to the suppliants. With worship, honour and words of praise they led the party towards the lodging made ready for them. Wondrous cloths were spread underfoot for a carpet, at the sight of which even the wealthy let go their pride of riches. The lodging given was exceedingly beautiful, where everyone had ease of every kind. When Sita learnt that the wedding party had entered the city, she let a little of her own glory show: calling them to mind in her heart, she summoned all the Siddhis and sent them to attend on the king's entertainment. Hearing Sita's command, all the Siddhis went to the place of lodging, carrying with them every treasure and comfort and all the enjoyments and luxuries of the city of the gods.

  307. Verse 307

    caupāī nija nija bāsa biloki barātī| sura sukha sakala sulabha saba bhā~tī|| bibhava bheda kachu kou na jānā| sakala janaka kara karahiṃ bakhānā|| siya mahimā raghunāyaka jānī| haraṣe hṛdaya~ hetu pahicānī|| pitu āgamanu sunata dou bhāī| hṛdaya~ na ati ānaṃdu amāī|| sakucanha kahi na sakata guru pāhīṃ| pitu darasana lālacu mana māhīṃ|| bisvāmitra binaya baṛi dekhī| upajā ura saṃtoṣu biseṣī|| haraṣi baṃdhu dou hṛdaya~ lagāe| pulaka aṃga aṃbaka jala chāe|| cale jahā~ dasarathu janavāse| manahu~ sarobara takeu piāse|| dohā/soraṭhā bhūpa biloke jabahiṃ muni āvata sutanha sameta| uṭhe haraṣi sukhasiṃdhu mahu~ cale thāha sī leta||307||

    Meaning

    The wedding guests looked over the lodgings allotted to each of them and found every pleasure of the gods ready to hand in every way. No one could tell where one degree of splendour ended and another began, and all were loud in praise of Janaka. Rama, lord of the Raghus, knew this magnificence for Sita's own glory, and recognizing its cause he rejoiced in his heart. When the two brothers heard that their father had come, the joy in their hearts could not be contained; out of diffidence they could not say so to their preceptor, though the longing for the sight of their father filled their minds. Vishvamitra, seeing how great their modesty was, felt a rare contentment rise within him, and gladly clasped both brothers to his breast, his body thrilling and his eyes brimming with tears. Then they set out for the quarters where Dasharatha was lodged, as though a lake had gone seeking out the thirsty. The moment the king saw the sage approaching with his sons, he rose up in delight and came forward as one who wades out sounding for the bottom of an ocean of bliss.

  308. Verse 308

    caupāī munihi daṃḍavata kīnha mahīsā| bāra bāra pada raja dhari sīsā|| kausika rāu liye ura lāī| kahi asīsa pūchī kusalāī|| puni daṃḍavata karata dou bhāī| dekhi nṛpati ura sukhu na samāī|| suta hiya~ lāi dusaha dukha meṭe| mṛtaka sarīra prāna janu bheṃṭe|| puni basiṣṭha pada sira tinha nāe| prema mudita munibara ura lāe|| bipra bṛṃda baṃde duhu~ bhāīṃ| mana bhāvatī asīseṃ pāīṃ|| bharata sahānuja kīnha pranāmā| lie uṭhāi lāi ura rāmā|| haraṣe lakhana dekhi dou bhrātā| mile prema paripūrita gātā|| dohā/soraṭhā purajana parijana jātijana jācaka maṃtrī mīta| mile jathābidhi sabahi prabhu parama kṛpāla binīta||308||

    Meaning

    The lord of the earth prostrated himself before the sage, taking the dust of his feet upon his head again and again. Kaushika drew the king to his breast, pronounced a blessing and asked after his welfare. Then the two brothers made their prostration, and at the sight the king's heart could not hold its joy; pressing his sons to his bosom he wiped out a grief past bearing, as though breath had come back into a body from which it had gone. Next the brothers bowed their heads at Vasishtha's feet, and the great sage, glad with love, folded them to his heart. They saluted the whole company of brahmins and received the blessings their hearts desired. Bharata with his younger brother made obeisance, and Rama raised them up and clasped them to his breast; Lakshmana rejoiced to see the two brothers, and they met with bodies flooded with love. The Lord, supremely gracious and modest, met each in the manner that was fitting — townsfolk, kinsfolk, men of his own clan, suppliants, ministers and friends.

  309. Verse 309

    caupāī rāmahi dekhi barāta juṛānī| prīti ki rīti na jāti bakhānī|| nṛpa samīpa sohahiṃ suta cārī| janu dhana dharamādika tanudhārī|| sutanha sameta dasarathahi dekhī| mudita nagara nara nāri biseṣī|| sumana barisi sura hanahiṃ nisānā| nākanaṭīṃ nācahiṃ kari gānā|| satānaṃda aru bipra saciva gana| māgadha sūta biduṣa baṃdījana|| sahita barāta rāu sanamānā| āyasu māgi phire agavānā|| prathama barāta lagana teṃ āī| tāteṃ pura pramodu adhikāī|| brahmānaṃdu loga saba lahahīṃ| baṛhahu~ divasa nisi bidhi sana kahahīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā rāmu sīya sobhā avadhi sukṛta avadhi dou rāja| jaha~ jaha~ purajana kahahiṃ asa mili nara nāri samāja|||309||

    Meaning

    At the sight of Rama the whole wedding party was cooled and comforted; the fashion of that love is past telling. Beside the king his four sons shone as though wealth, righteousness and the other aims of life had taken bodily shape. Beholding Dasharatha with his sons, the men and women of the city were filled with delight; the gods rained down flowers and beat their kettledrums, and the dancing-women of heaven sang and danced. Shatananda, the brahmins and the ministers, the bards and heralds, the learned men and the panegyrists honoured the king along with the whole procession; then those who had gone out to welcome the party asked leave and turned back. The procession had arrived before the appointed hour, and for that the city's rejoicing was all the greater. The people were tasting the very bliss of Brahman, and begged the Creator to lengthen the days and the nights. Wherever the townspeople met, gatherings of men and women said the same thing: Rama and Sita are beauty's furthest bound, and these two kings the furthest bound of merit.

  310. Verse 310

    caupāī janaka sukṛta mūrati baidehī| dasaratha sukṛta rāmu dhareṃ dehī|| inha sama kā~hu na siva avarādhe| kāhiṃ na inha samāna phala lādhe|| inha sama kou na bhayau jaga māhīṃ| hai nahiṃ katahū~ honeu nāhīṃ|| hama saba sakala sukṛta kai rāsī| bhae jaga janami janakapura bāsī|| jinha jānakī rāma chabi dekhī| ko sukṛtī hama sarisa biseṣī|| puni dekhaba raghubīra biāhū| leba bhalī bidhi locana lāhū|| kahahiṃ parasapara kokilabayanīṃ| ehi biāha~ baṛa lābhu sunayanīṃ|| baṛeṃ bhāga bidhi bāta banāī| nayana atithi hoihahiṃ dou bhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā bārahiṃ bāra saneha basa janaka bolāuba sīya| lena āihahiṃ baṃdhu dou koṭi kāma kamanīya||310||

    Meaning

    Vaidehi is Janaka's merit made visible, and Rama is Dasharatha's merit wearing a body. None has worshipped Shiva as these two have, and none has won a fruit to match theirs. No one like them has been born in the world, none is anywhere now, nor shall any be. And we ourselves are a heap of every good deed, that being born into the world we came to dwell in Janakpur; we who have looked upon the loveliness of Janaki and of Rama — who is more blessed than we are? Now we shall see Raghubira's wedding besides, and reap in full the profit of having eyes. The cuckoo-voiced women said to one another, 'Fair-eyed friends, there is great gain for us in this marriage. By high good fortune the Creator has ordered matters so that the two brothers shall be guests of our eyes: again and again, out of affection, Janaka will send for Sita, and the two brothers, lovely as ten million Kamadevas, will come to fetch her.'

  311. Verse 311

    caupāī bibidha bhā~ti hoihi pahunāī| priya na kāhi asa sāsura māī|| taba taba rāma lakhanahi nihārī| hoihahiṃ saba pura loga sukhārī|| sakhi jasa rāma lakhanakara joṭā| taisei bhūpa saṃga dui ḍhoṭā|| syāma gaura saba aṃga suhāe| te saba kahahiṃ dekhi je āe|| kahā eka maiṃ āju nihāre| janu biraṃci nija hātha sa~vāre|| bharatu rāmahī kī anuhārī| sahasā lakhi na sakahiṃ nara nārī|| lakhanu satrusūdanu ekarūpā| nakha sikha te saba aṃga anūpā|| mana bhāvahiṃ mukha barani na jāhīṃ| upamā kahu~ tribhuvana kou nāhīṃ||

    Meaning

    'Hospitality of every kind will be shown them then — mother, to whom would such a house of in-laws not be dear? And each time all the city folk will be made happy by the sight of Rama and Lakshmana.' 'Friend, the pair of lads who have come with the king are just such a pair as Rama and Lakshmana — the one dark, the other fair, and every limb of them lovely.' So said all who had come and seen them. One woman said, 'I looked at them today: it is as if Brahma had fashioned them with his own hands. Bharata is the very likeness of Rama, and men and women cannot at once tell which is which; Lakshmana and Shatrughna are of one form, peerless in every limb from nail to crown. They win the heart, but the mouth cannot describe them; nowhere in the three worlds is there anything to liken them to.'

  312. Verse 312

    caupāī ehi bidhi sakala manoratha karahīṃ| āna~da umagi umagi ura bharahīṃ|| je nṛpa sīya svayaṃbara āe| dekhi baṃdhu saba tinha sukha pāe|| kahata rāma jasu bisada bisālā| nija nija bhavana gae mahipālā|| gae bīti kucha dina ehi bhā~tī| pramudita purajana sakala barātī|| maṃgala mūla lagana dinu āvā| hima ritu agahanu māsu suhāvā|| graha tithi nakhatu jogu bara bārū| lagana sodhi bidhi kīnha bicārū|| paṭhai dīnhi nārada sana soī| ganī janaka ke ganakanha joī|| sunī sakala loganha yaha bātā| kahahiṃ jotiṣī āhiṃ bidhātā|| dohā/soraṭhā dhenudhūri belā bimala sakala sumaṃgala mūla| bipranha kaheu bideha sana jāni saguna anukula||312||

    Meaning

    In this way they all shaped their fond hopes, and joy welling up again and again filled their hearts. The kings who had come for Sita's svayamvara found delight in beholding all the brothers, and, telling over Rama's pure and ample fame, those rulers of the earth departed each to his own house. Some days passed in this manner, the townsfolk and all the wedding guests in high delight. Then came the wedding day, root of all blessings, in the cold season and the pleasant month of Agahan. Planet, lunar day, constellation, conjunction and auspicious weekday — the Creator himself had examined the hour and settled it, and sent word of it by Narada, and it was the very hour that Janaka's own astrologers had reckoned. All the people heard of this and said that the astrologers were creators themselves. When the pure hour of cow-dust came, the root of all good fortune, the brahmins, knowing the omens favourable, told Videha of it.

  313. Verse 313

    caupāī uparohitahi kaheu naranāhā| aba bilaṃba kara kāranu kāhā|| satānaṃda taba saciva bolāe| maṃgala sakala sāji saba lyāe|| saṃkha nisāna panava bahu bāje| maṃgala kalasa saguna subha sāje|| subhaga suāsini gāvahiṃ gītā| karahiṃ beda dhuni bipra punītā|| lena cale sādara ehi bhā~tī| gae jahā~ janavāsa barātī|| kosalapati kara dekhi samājū| ati laghu lāga tinhahi surarājū|| bhayau samau aba dhāria pāū| yaha suni parā nisānahiṃ ghāū|| gurahi pūchi kari kula bidhi rājā| cale saṃga muni sādhu samājā|| dohā/soraṭhā bhāgya bibhava avadhesa kara dekhi deva brahmādi| lage sarāhana sahasa mukha jāni janama nija bādi||313||

    Meaning

    The king said to his family priest, 'What cause is there now for any delay?' Shatananda then summoned the ministers, who made ready every auspicious article and brought it all. Conches, kettledrums and tabors sounded in plenty, and auspicious jars and lucky tokens were set out. Fair wedded women sang their songs and holy brahmins chanted the sound of the Veda. In this fashion they went out reverently to fetch the party, and reached the place where the bridegroom's people were lodged. Beholding the assembly of the lord of Kosala, even the king of the gods seemed to them a very small thing. 'The hour has come; be pleased now to set forth.' Hearing this, the drums were struck. Having asked his guru and completed the rites of his house, the king set out with the company of sages and holy men. Seeing the fortune and splendour of the lord of Avadh, Brahma and the other gods began to praise him with a thousand mouths, counting their own birth worthless.

  314. Verse 314

    caupāī suranha sumaṃgala avasaru jānā| baraṣahiṃ sumana bajāi nisānā|| siva brahmādika bibudha barūthā| caṛhe bimānanhi nānā jūthā|| prema pulaka tana hṛdaya~ uchāhū| cale bilokana rāma biāhū|| dekhi janakapuru sura anurāge| nija nija loka sabahiṃ laghu lāge|| citavahiṃ cakita bicitra bitānā| racanā sakala alaukika nānā|| nagara nāri nara rūpa nidhānā| sughara sudharama susīla sujānā|| tinhahi dekhi saba sura suranārīṃ| bhae nakhata janu bidhu ujiārīṃ|| bidhihi bhayaha ācaraju biseṣī| nija karanī kachu katahu~ na dekhī|| dohā/soraṭhā siva~ samujhāe deva saba jani ācaraja bhulāhu| hṛdaya~ bicārahu dhīra dhari siya raghubīra biāhu||314||

    Meaning

    The gods knew that the moment of high auspiciousness had come, and they rained down flowers and sounded their drums. Shiva, Brahma and hosts of the other gods mounted their aerial cars, troop upon troop. Their bodies thrilling with love and their hearts full of eagerness, they set out to look upon Rama's wedding. Seeing Janakpur the gods were filled with delight, and every one of them found his own world small by comparison. Amazed, they gazed at the wondrous canopies and at all the many decorations, none of which belonged to this world. The men and women of the city were treasuries of beauty, shapely, righteous, well-mannered and wise; beside them the gods and their women became as stars beside the shining moon. Brahma was astonished above all the rest, for nowhere could he find anything of his own making. Shiva then instructed all the gods: 'Do not lose yourselves in wonder. Steady your minds and consider in your hearts: this is the wedding of Sita and Raghubira.'

  315. Verse 315

    caupāī jinha kara nāmu leta jaga māhīṃ| sakala amaṃgala mūla nasāhīṃ|| karatala hohiṃ padāratha cārī| tei siya rāmu kaheu kāmārī|| ehi bidhi saṃbhu suranha samujhāvā| puni āgeṃ bara basaha calāvā|| devanha dekhe dasarathu jātā| mahāmoda mana pulakita gātā|| sādhu samāja saṃga mahidevā| janu tanu dhareṃ karahiṃ sukha sevā|| sohata sātha subhaga suta cārī| janu apabaraga sakala tanudhārī|| marakata kanaka barana bara jorī| dekhi suranha bhai prīti na thorī|| puni rāmahi biloki hiya~ haraṣe| nṛpahi sarāhi sumana tinha baraṣe|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma rūpu nakha sikha subhaga bārahiṃ bāra nihāri| pulaka gāta locana sajala umā sameta purāri||315||

    Meaning

    'Those whose very name, uttered in the world, destroys the root of every misfortune, and by whom the four great ends of life come into a man's palm: these are Sita and Rama.' So said the foe of Kama. Having instructed the gods in this manner, Shambhu urged his noble bull forward. The gods saw Dasharatha going by, great gladness in his mind and his limbs thrilling. With him went the assembly of holy men and the brahmins, as though happiness itself had taken bodily form and was rendering service. At his side shone his four fair sons, as if every kind of liberation had assumed a body. Seeing that noble pairing, one emerald and one gold in hue, no small love arose in the gods. Then, beholding Rama, they rejoiced at heart, and praising the king they rained down flowers. Gazing again and again upon Rama's beauty, lovely from crown to nail, Shiva with Uma stood with body thrilling and eyes brimming with tears.

  316. Verse 316

    caupāī keki kaṃṭha duti syāmala aṃgā| taṛita biniṃdaka basana suraṃgā|| byāha bibhūṣana bibidha banāe| maṃgala saba saba bhā~ti suhāe|| sarada bimala bidhu badanu suhāvana| nayana navala rājīva lajāvana|| sakala alaukika suṃdaratāī| kahi na jāi manahīṃ mana bhāī|| baṃdhu manohara sohahiṃ saṃgā| jāta nacāvata capala turaṃgā|| rājakua~ra bara bāji dekhāvahiṃ| baṃsa prasaṃsaka birida sunāvahiṃ|| jehi turaṃga para rāmu birāje| gati biloki khaganāyaku lāje|| kahi na jāi saba bhā~ti suhāvā| bāji beṣu janu kāma banāvā||

    Meaning

    His limbs were dark as the sheen upon a peacock's throat, and his garments of a hue so bright that they shamed the lightning. Wedding ornaments of many kinds had been fashioned for him, all auspicious and lovely in every way. His face was charming as the spotless autumn moon, and his eyes put fresh lotuses to shame. All that beauty was unearthly; it cannot be uttered, and it pleased the heart in secret. His winsome brothers shone at his side, riding along and making their nimble horses prance. The princes displayed the paces of their fine steeds, while the panegyrists of the line proclaimed its ancestral glories. As for the horse on which Rama was seated, the king of birds himself was abashed to see its gait. Its beauty cannot be told, lovely as it was in every way, as though Love himself had taken the guise of a horse.

  317. Verse 317

    caupāī jehiṃ bara bāji rāmu asavārā| tehi sāradau na baranai pārā|| saṃkaru rāma rūpa anurāge| nayana paṃcadasa ati priya lāge|| hari hita sahita rāmu jaba johe| ramā sameta ramāpati mohe|| nirakhi rāma chabi bidhi haraṣāne| āṭhai nayana jāni pachitāne|| sura senapa ura bahuta uchāhū| bidhi te ḍevaṛha locana lāhū|| rāmahi citava suresa sujānā| gautama śrāpu parama hita mānā|| deva sakala surapatihi sihāhīṃ| āju puraṃdara sama kou nāhīṃ|| mudita devagana rāmahi dekhī| nṛpasamāja duhu~ haraṣu biseṣī||

    Meaning

    The noble horse that Rama rode not even Sharada had power to describe. Shankara was enamoured of Rama's beauty, and his fifteen eyes became very dear to him. When Hari looked upon Rama with affection, the Lord of Lakshmi, with Lakshmi at his side, was entranced. Brahma was gladdened as he gazed on Rama's loveliness, but realizing that he had only eight eyes he fell to regretting it. The commander of the gods' army had great eagerness in his heart, for his gain of eyes was half again as much as Brahma's. The wise lord of the gods looked upon Rama and counted Gautama's curse the greatest of blessings. All the gods envied the lord of heaven: today there is none the equal of Purandara. The host of gods was delighted to look on Rama, and in both royal assemblies alike the joy was great.

  318. Verse 318

    caupāī bidhubadanīṃ saba saba mṛgalocani| saba nija tana chabi rati madu mocani|| pahireṃ barana barana bara cīrā| sakala bibhūṣana sajeṃ sarīrā|| sakala sumaṃgala aṃga banāe~| karahiṃ gāna kalakaṃṭhi lajāe~|| kaṃkana kiṃkini nūpura bājahiṃ| cāli biloki kāma gaja lājahiṃ|| bājahiṃ bājane bibidha prakārā| nabha aru nagara sumaṃgalacārā|| sacī sāradā ramā bhavānī| je suratiya suci sahaja sayānī|| kapaṭa nāri bara beṣa banāī| milīṃ sakala ranivāsahiṃ jāī|| karahiṃ gāna kala maṃgala bānīṃ| haraṣa bibasa saba kāhu~ na jānī||

    Meaning

    The women were all moon-faced and all fawn-eyed, and the beauty of their bodies stripped Rati of her pride. They wore fine garments of many colours, their bodies decked with every ornament. Every limb was adorned with auspicious things, and they sang so sweetly that the mellow-throated cuckoo was put to shame. Bangles, girdle-bells and anklets chimed, and seeing their gait the elephants of Love were abashed. Instruments of many kinds sounded, and in the sky and in the city alike the festival of good omen went on. Shachi, Sharada, Lakshmi and Bhavani, and the goddesses who are pure and wise by nature, put on a disguise in the fine dress of women and went and mingled in all the queens' apartments. They sang in sweet and auspicious voices, and since everyone was overcome with joy, no one knew them.

  319. Verse 319

    caupāī nayana nīru haṭi maṃgala jānī| parichani karahiṃ mudita mana rānī|| beda bihita aru kula ācārū| kīnha bhalī bidhi saba byavahārū|| paṃca sabada dhuni maṃgala gānā| paṭa pā~vaṛe parahiṃ bidhi nānā|| kari āratī araghu tinha dīnhā| rāma gamanu maṃḍapa taba kīnhā|| dasarathu sahita samāja birāje| bibhava biloki lokapati lāje|| samaya~ samaya~ sura baraṣahiṃ phūlā| sāṃti paṛhahiṃ mahisura anukūlā|| nabha aru nagara kolāhala hoī| āpani para kachu sunai na koī|| ehi bidhi rāmu maṃḍapahiṃ āe| araghu dei āsana baiṭhāe||

    Meaning

    Knowing the hour to be auspicious, the queen held back the water of her eyes and with a delighted heart performed the parichhan, the rite of welcome for the bridegroom. All that the Vedas enjoin and all that the custom of the house requires, she carried out in proper form. The five kinds of music sounded, songs of blessing were sung, and cloths of every sort were spread out underfoot. They waved the lamps in arti and offered the water of welcome, and then Rama passed into the pavilion. Dasharatha took his seat there with all his company, and the guardians of the worlds felt shamed when they looked upon such splendour. From moment to moment the gods rained down flowers, and the brahmans, the gods of earth, recited the verses of peace with goodwill. So loud a clamour rose in the sky and through the city that not a soul could catch what was spoken, whether it came from his own mouth or from anyone beside him. In this manner Rama came to the pavilion, and after the offering of welcome he was seated in his place.

  320. Verse 320

    caupāī mile janaku dasarathu ati prītīṃ| kari baidika laukika saba rītīṃ|| milata mahā dou rāja birāje| upamā khoji khoji kabi lāje|| lahī na katahu~ hāri hiya~ mānī| inha sama ei upamā ura ānī|| sāmadha dekhi deva anurāge| sumana baraṣi jasu gāvana lāge|| jagu biraṃci upajāvā jaba teṃ| dekhe sune byāha bahu taba teṃ|| sakala bhā~ti sama sāju samājū| sama samadhī dekhe hama ājū|| deva girā suni suṃdara sā~cī| prīti alaukika duhu disi mācī|| deta pā~vaṛe araghu suhāe| sādara janaku maṃḍapahiṃ lyāe||

    Meaning

    Janaka and Dasharatha met with the deepest affection, observing every rite, Vedic and customary. As the two great kings met and shone together, poets hunted for a comparison and were put to shame; finding none anywhere, they owned defeat in their hearts and took to mind this one likeness alone, that these two could be likened to nothing but themselves. Seeing the two fathers of the bridal pair, the gods were moved to love, and raining flowers they began to sing their praise: since Brahma brought the world into being we have seen and heard of many weddings, but such matched fathers-in-law, equal in every particular of state and retinue, we have seen only today. Hearing this fair and truthful speech of the gods, an unearthly love broke out on both sides. Spreading lovely cloths beneath the feet and offering the water of welcome, Janaka reverently brought Dasharatha into the pavilion.

  321. Verse 321

    caupāī bahuri kīnha kosalapati pūjā| jāni īsa sama bhāu na dūjā|| kīnha jori kara binaya baṛāī| kahi nija bhāgya bibhava bahutāī|| pūje bhūpati sakala barātī| samadhi sama sādara saba bhā~tī|| āsana ucita die saba kāhū| kahauṃ kāha mūkha eka uchāhū|| sakala barāta janaka sanamānī| dāna māna binatī bara bānī|| bidhi hari haru disipati dinarāū| je jānahiṃ raghubīra prabhāū|| kapaṭa bipra bara beṣa banāe~| kautuka dekhahiṃ ati sacu pāe~|| pūje janaka deva sama jāneṃ| die suāsana binu pahicāneṃ||

    Meaning

    Then Janaka worshipped the lord of Kosala, holding him equal to the Lord himself, with no other feeling stirring in his mind. With joined palms he offered humble homage and praise, telling over his own good fortune and the abundance of honour that had come to him. The king honoured all the wedding guests as well, with the very reverence in every particular that he had shown the bridegroom's father, and gave each of them a fitting seat; with a single mouth how am I to tell of that rejoicing? Janaka did honour to the whole party with gifts, with deference, with entreaty and gracious words. Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, the guardians of the quarters and the lord of day, who know the might of Raghubira, had put on the false garb of eminent brahmans and were watching the spectacle with great delight. Janaka honoured these too, treating them as gods, and gave them seats of honour without ever recognizing who they were.

  322. Verse 322

    caupāī samau biloki basiṣṭha bolāe| sādara satānaṃdu suni āe|| begi kua~ri aba ānahu jāī| cale mudita muni āyasu pāī|| rānī suni uparohita bānī| pramudita sakhinha sameta sayānī|| bipra badhū kulabṛddha bolāīṃ| kari kula rīti sumaṃgala gāīṃ|| nāri beṣa je sura bara bāmā| sakala subhāya~ suṃdarī syāmā|| tinhahi dekhi sukhu pāvahiṃ nārīṃ| binu pahicāni prānahu te pyārīṃ|| bāra bāra sanamānahiṃ rānī| umā ramā sārada sama jānī|| sīya sa~vāri samāju banāī| mudita maṃḍapahiṃ calīṃ lavāī||

    Meaning

    Seeing that the hour had come, Vasishtha sent for Shatananda, who heard the call and came with all respect. 'Go now and bring the bride quickly.' Receiving the sage's command, he set off in gladness. When the wise queen heard the family priest's word she was overjoyed, and her companions with her. She summoned the wives of the brahmans and the elder women of the house, and they performed the rites of the family and sang songs of blessing. Among them were the noble consorts of the gods in women's guise, all of them lovely by their very nature and in the bloom of youth; the women took joy in looking at them, and though none knew who they were, they seemed dearer than life. Again and again the queen did them honour, taking them for Uma, Lakshmi and Sharada. Then, having adorned Sita and gathered the company together, they set out in delight, leading her to the pavilion.

  323. Verse 323

    caupāī siya suṃdaratā barani na jāī| laghu mati bahuta manoharatāī|| āvata dīkhi barātinha sītā||rūpa rāsi saba bhā~ti punītā|| sabahi manahiṃ mana kie pranāmā| dekhi rāma bhae pūranakāmā|| haraṣe dasaratha sutanha sametā| kahi na jāi ura āna~du jetā|| sura pranāmu kari barasahiṃ phūlā| muni asīsa dhuni maṃgala mūlā|| gāna nisāna kolāhalu bhārī| prema pramoda magana nara nārī|| ehi bidhi sīya maṃḍapahiṃ āī| pramudita sāṃti paṛhahiṃ munirāī|| tehi avasara kara bidhi byavahārū| duhu~ kulagura saba kīnha acārū||

    Meaning

    Sita's beauty is past telling: my wit is slight and her loveliness very great. The wedding guests saw her coming, a treasury of beauty, pure in every way, and all bowed to her within their hearts; and beholding Rama they felt every desire of theirs fulfilled. Dasharatha rejoiced along with his sons, and the joy in his heart cannot be told. The gods made obeisance and rained flowers, and the sound of the sages' blessings was the very root of good fortune. There was singing and the beating of kettledrums and a mighty din, and men and women alike were drowned in love and delight. In this manner Sita came to the pavilion, and the great sages joyfully recited the verses of peace. Whatever observance the occasion called for, the family preceptors of both houses performed every rite of it.

  324. Verse 324

    caupāī janaka pāṭamahiṣī jaga jānī| sīya mātu kimi jāi bakhānī|| sujasu sukṛta sukha sudaṃratāī| saba sameṭi bidhi racī banāī|| samau jāni munibaranha bolāī| sunata suāsini sādara lyāī|| janaka bāma disi soha sunayanā| himagiri saṃga bani janu mayanā|| kanaka kalasa mani kopara rūre| suci suṃgadha maṃgala jala pūre|| nija kara mudita rāya~ aru rānī| dhare rāma ke āgeṃ ānī|| paṛhahiṃ beda muni maṃgala bānī| gagana sumana jhari avasaru jānī|| baru biloki daṃpati anurāge| pāya punīta pakhārana lāge||

    Meaning

    Janaka's chief queen is known throughout the world; how then is Sita's mother to be described? Good renown, merit, happiness and beautyate the Creator gathered all of these together and shaped her out of them. Knowing that the hour had come, the great sages sent for her, and hearing this the married women respectfully brought her forward. Sunayana shone at Janaka's left hand, as Maina at the side of the snowy mountain. There were golden jars and beautiful jewelled basins filled with pure, fragrant, auspicious water; with their own hands, in gladness, the king and the queen carried them and set them down before Rama. The sages recited the Veda in tones of blessing, and at the fitting moment a shower of flowers fell from the sky. Gazing upon the bridegroom, the couple were filled with love, and began to wash his holy feet.

  325. Verse 325

    caupāī kua~ru kua~ri kala bhāva~ri dehīṃ||nayana lābhu saba sādara lehīṃ|| jāi na barani manohara jorī| jo upamā kachu kahauṃ so thorī|| rāma sīya suṃdara pratichāhīṃ| jagamagāta mani khaṃbhana māhīṃ | manahu~ madana rati dhari bahu rūpā| dekhata rāma biāhu anūpā|| darasa lālasā sakuca na thorī| pragaṭata durata bahori bahorī|| bhae magana saba dekhanihāre| janaka samāna apāna bisāre|| pramudita muninha bhāva~rī pherī| negasahita saba rīti niberīṃ|| rāma sīya sira seṃdura dehīṃ| sobhā kahi na jāti bidhi kehīṃ|| aruna parāga jalaju bhari nīkeṃ| sasihi bhūṣa ahi lobha amī keṃ|| bahuri basiṣṭha dīnha anusāsana| baru dulahini baiṭhe eka āsana||

    Meaning

    The prince and the princess step gracefully through the circling rounds, and all present reverently reap the reward of their eyes. The enchanting pair is past all describing; whatever simile one offers falls short of them. The lovely reflections of Rama and Sita shimmer within the jewelled pillars, as though Kama and Rati had taken many forms to watch Rama's matchless wedding. Neither their longing for the sight was small nor their bashfulness, and so they show themselves and hide themselves again and again. All who looked on were drowned in delight and, like Janaka, forgot their own selves. The joyful sages had the rounds duly completed and settled every rite together with its customary dues. Rama places the vermilion upon Sita's head, a splendour no words can compass: it was as though a serpent, greedy for nectar, had filled a lotus brimful with red pollen and with it adorned the moon. Then Vasishtha gave his direction, and bridegroom and bride were seated upon one seat.

  326. Verse 326

    caupāī jasi raghubīra byāha bidhi baranī| sakala kua~ra byāhe tehiṃ karanī|| kahi na jāi kachu dāija bhūrī| rahā kanaka mani maṃḍapu pūrī|| kaṃbala basana bicitra paṭore| bhā~ti bhā~ti bahu mola na thore|| gaja ratha turaga dāsa aru dāsī| dhenu alaṃkṛta kāmaduhā sī|| bastu aneka karia kimi lekhā| kahi na jāi jānahiṃ jinha dekhā|| lokapāla avaloki sihāne| līnha avadhapati sabu sukhu māne|| dīnha jācakanhi jo jehi bhāvā| ubarā so janavāsehiṃ āvā|| taba kara jori janaku mṛdu bānī| bole saba barāta sanamānī||

    Meaning

    By the very rite that has been described for Raghubira's wedding, all the princes were wedded in the same manner. The dowry was so abundant that nothing of it can be told; the pavilion stood filled with gold and jewels. There were blankets, garments and wondrous silks of every sort and of no small price; elephants, chariots and horses, menservants and maidservants, and cows decked with ornaments, each one like the cow of plenty. So many things were there, how should they be reckoned? They cannot be told; only those who saw them know. The guardians of the world looked on and envied; the lord of Ayodhya accepted it all and was well pleased. He gave the suppliants whatever each of them wished for, and what was left over was carried to the wedding party's lodging. Then Janaka, with folded hands, honouring the whole marriage party, spoke in gentle words.

  327. Verse 327

    caupāī syāma sarīru subhāya~ suhāvana| sobhā koṭi manoja lajāvana|| jāvaka juta pada kamala suhāe| muni mana madhupa rahata jinha chāe|| pīta punīta manohara dhotī| harati bāla rabi dāmini jotī|| kala kiṃkini kaṭi sūtra manohara| bāhu bisāla bibhūṣana suṃdara|| pīta janeu mahāchabi deī| kara mudrikā cori citu leī|| sohata byāha sāja saba sāje| ura āyata urabhūṣana rāje|| piara uparanā kākhāsotī| duhu~ ā~caranhi lage mani motī|| nayana kamala kala kuṃḍala kānā| badanu sakala sauṃdarja nidhānā|| suṃdara bhṛkuṭi manohara nāsā| bhāla tilaku ruciratā nivāsā|| sohata mauru manohara māthe| maṃgalamaya mukutā mani gāthe||

    Meaning

    Rama's dark body is lovely by its very nature, and its beauty puts ten million Kamas to shame. His lotus feet, tinged with red lac, are exquisite, and upon them the bees of the sages' minds remain settled. His yellow dhoti, pure and charming, steals away the brightness of the young sun and of the lightning. A lovely girdle of little bells graces his waist, and beautiful ornaments his broad arms. The yellow sacred thread lends him great splendour, and the ring upon his hand carries the mind away. He shines decked in the whole array of the bridegroom, and on his broad chest the breast ornaments glitter. A yellow scarf is drawn under one arm and over the shoulder, with gems and pearls fastened at both its ends. His eyes are lotuses, lovely pendants hang at his ears, and his face is the treasure house of all beauty. Beautiful are his brows and charming his nose, and on his forehead the sacred mark is loveliness given a dwelling. Upon his head the charming marriage crown shines, strung with auspicious pearls and jewels.

  328. Verse 328

    caupāī puni jevanāra bhaī bahu bhā~tī| paṭhae janaka bolāi barātī|| parata pā~vaṛe basana anūpā| sutanha sameta gavana kiyo bhūpā|| sādara sabake pāya pakhāre| jathājogu pīṛhanha baiṭhāre|| dhoe janaka avadhapati caranā| sīlu sanehu jāi nahiṃ baranā|| bahuri rāma pada paṃkaja dhoe| je hara hṛdaya kamala mahu~ goe|| tīniu bhāī rāma sama jānī| dhoe carana janaka nija pānī|| āsana ucita sabahi nṛpa dīnhe| boli sūpakārī saba līnhe|| sādara lage parana panavāre| kanaka kīla mani pāna sa~vāre|| dohā/soraṭhā sūpodana surabhī sarapi suṃdara svādu punīta| chana mahu~ saba keṃ parusi ge catura suāra binīta||328||

    Meaning

    Then a feast of many kinds was made ready, and Janaka sent word summoning the wedding guests. Peerless cloths were spread underfoot for them to walk upon, and the king set out along with his sons. Reverently Janaka washed the feet of them all and seated each upon a low seat as befitted him. He washed the feet of the lord of Ayodhya, and his courtesy and affection are past telling. Then he washed Rama's lotus feet, the feet that lie hidden within the lotus of Shiva's heart, and holding the three brothers to be Rama's equals, Janaka washed their feet too with his own hands. The king gave each a fitting seat and called for all the cooks. Reverently the leaf plates began to be laid, pinned with pins of gold, the leaves themselves set with gems. Rice with pulse, and cow's ghee, lovely, delicious and pure: in a moment the deft and courteous cooks had served it to every one of them.

  329. Verse 329

    caupāī paṃca kavala kari jevana laage| gāri gāna suni ati anurāge|| bhā~ti aneka pare pakavāne| sudhā sarisa nahiṃ jāhiṃ bakhāne|| parusana lage suāra sujānā| biṃjana bibidha nāma ko jānā|| cāri bhā~ti bhojana bidhi gāī| eka eka bidhi barani na jāī|| charasa rucira biṃjana bahu jātī| eka eka rasa aganita bhā~tī|| jeva~ta dehiṃ madhura dhuni gārī| lai lai nāma puruṣa aru nārī|| samaya suhāvani gāri birājā| ha~sata rāu suni sahita samājā|| ehi bidhi sabahīṃ bhaujanu kīnhā| ādara sahita ācamanu dīnhā|| dohā/soraṭhā dei pāna pūje janaka dasarathu sahita samāja| janavāsehi gavane mudita sakala bhūpa siratāja||329||

    Meaning

    Taking the five ritual morsels they began the meal, and hearing the songs of raillery they were filled with delight. Sweetmeats of many kinds were set before them, like nectar and beyond all praise. The skilful cooks went on serving, and who could know the names of the many dishes? Four kinds of eating have been sung of, and not even one of those kinds can be told in full. There were delicious preparations of the six flavours in many varieties, and every single flavour in countless forms. As they ate, songs of abuse were sung in sweet strains, taking the name of this man and that woman. Such banter suited the hour and shone in it, and the king laughed to hear it, and his whole company with him. In this way everyone took the meal, and water for rinsing the mouth was offered with honour. Then, giving betel, Janaka paid homage to Dasharatha together with all his company, and the crest jewel of kings went back gladly to his lodging.

  330. Verse 330

    caupāī nita nūtana maṃgala pura māhīṃ| nimiṣa sarisa dina jāmini jāhīṃ|| baṛe bhora bhūpatimani jāge| jācaka guna gana gāvana lāge|| dekhi kua~ra bara badhunha sametā| kimi kahi jāta modu mana jetā|| prātakriyā kari ge guru pāhīṃ| mahāpramodu premu mana māhīṃ|| kari pranāma pūjā kara jorī| bole girā amia~ janu borī|| tumharī kṛpā~ sunahu munirājā| bhayau~ āju maiṃ pūranakājā|| aba saba bipra bolāi gosāīṃ| dehu dhenu saba bhā~ti banāī|| suni gura kari mahipāla baṛāī| puni paṭhae muni bṛṃda bolāī|| dohā/soraṭhā bāmadeu aru devariṣi bālamīki jābāli| āe munibara nikara taba kausikādi tapasāli||330||

    Meaning

    Fresh rejoicing filled the city each day, and days and nights slipped away like moments. At earliest dawn the jewel among kings awoke, and the suppliants began to sing the roll of his virtues. Seeing the noble princes together with their brides, how is the joy of his heart to be told? Having performed the morning rites he went to his preceptor, with great gladness and love within him. Bowing and worshipping him, with joined palms he spoke words that seemed steeped in nectar: 'Hear me, king of sages, by your grace I have this day become a man whose every purpose is fulfilled. Now, master, summon all the brahmanas and give them cows adorned in every way.' Hearing this the guru praised the king and then sent word to call the whole company of sages. Vamadeva and the sage of the gods, Valmiki and Jabali, and then a throng of the greatest sages, Kaushika and the rest, abodes of austerity, came.

  331. Verse 331

    caupāī daṃḍa pranāma sabahi nṛpa kīnhe| pūji saprema barāsana dīnhe|| cāri laccha bara dhenu magāī| kāmasurabhi sama sīla suhāī|| saba bidhi sakala alaṃkṛta kīnhīṃ| mudita mahipa mahidevanha dīnhīṃ|| karata binaya bahu bidhi naranāhū| laheu~ āju jaga jīvana lāhū|| pāi asīsa mahīsu anaṃdā| lie boli puni jācaka bṛṃdā|| kanaka basana mani haya gaya syaṃdana| die būjhi ruci rabikulanaṃdana|| cale paṛhata gāvata guna gāthā| jaya jaya jaya dinakara kula nāthā|| ehi bidhi rāma biāha uchāhū| sakai na barani sahasa mukha jāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā bāra bāra kausika carana sīsu nāi kaha rāu| yaha sabu sukhu munirāja tava kṛpā kaṭāccha pasāu||331||

    Meaning

    The king made prostrate obeisance to them all, worshipped them lovingly and seated them on places of honour. He sent for four lakh choice cows, gentle and lovely as the wish-granting cow of heaven, had them adorned in every way, and the delighted monarch gave them away to the brahmins, those gods upon earth. Making entreaty in many ways, the king said, 'Today I have gained the whole profit of living in this world.' Receiving their blessing the lord of earth rejoiced, and then called up the throngs of suppliants; asking each what he liked, the joy of the solar line gave gold, garments, gems, horses, elephants and chariots. They went off reciting and singing the tale of his virtues: 'Glory, glory, glory to the lord of the race of the sun!' Such was the festivity of Rama's wedding that a thousand mouths could not tell it. Again and again bowing his head at Kaushika's feet, the king said, 'All this happiness, king of sages, is the gift of one gracious glance of yours.'

  332. Verse 332

    caupāī janaka sanehu sīlu karatūtī| nṛpu saba bhā~ti sarāha bibhūtī|| dina uṭhi bidā avadhapati māgā| rākhahiṃ janaku sahita anurāgā|| nita nūtana ādaru adhikāī| dina prati sahasa bhā~ti pahunāī|| nita nava nagara anaṃda uchāhū| dasaratha gavanu sohāi na kāhū|| bahuta divasa bīte ehi bhā~tī| janu saneha raju ba~dhe barātī|| kausika satānaṃda taba jāī| kahā bideha nṛpahi samujhāī|| aba dasaratha kaha~ āyasu dehū| jadyapi chāṛi na sakahu sanehū|| bhalehiṃ nātha kahi saciva bolāe| kahi jaya jīva sīsa tinha nāe|| dohā/soraṭhā avadhanāthu cāhata calana bhītara karahu janāu| bhae premabasa saciva suni bipra sabhāsada rāu||332||

    Meaning

    The king praised in every way Janaka's affection, his courtesy, his doings and his magnificence. Day after day the lord of Ayodhya rose and asked leave to go, and Janaka lovingly held him back. The honour shown grew fresher and greater each day, and every day there was hospitality of a thousand kinds; the city knew new delight and festivity daily, and Dasharatha's departure pleased nobody. Many days went by in this fashion, as though the whole wedding party were tied fast with a rope of love. Then Kaushika and Shatananda went and put it to King Videha: 'Now give Dasharatha leave to go, though you cannot give up your affection for him.' Saying 'Very well, my lord,' he summoned his ministers, who bowed their heads with the cry, 'Victory, and long may you live.' 'The lord of Ayodhya wishes to travel; have the news carried within.' Hearing this, ministers, brahmins, courtiers and the king himself were all overcome with love.

  333. Verse 333

    caupāī purabāsī suni calihi barātā| būjhata bikala paraspara bātā|| satya gavanu suni saba bilakhāne| manahu~ sā~jha sarasija sakucāne|| jaha~ jaha~ āvata base barātī| taha~ taha~ siddha calā bahu bhā~tī|| bibidha bhā~ti mevā pakavānā| bhojana sāju na jāi bakhānā|| bhari bhari basaha~ apāra kahārā| paṭhaī janaka aneka susārā|| turaga lākha ratha sahasa pacīsā| sakala sa~vāre nakha aru sīsā|| matta sahasa dasa siṃdhura sāje| jinhahi dekhi disikuṃjara lāje|| kanaka basana mani bhari bhari jānā| mahiṣīṃ dhenu bastu bidhi nānā|| dohā/soraṭhā dāija amita na sakia kahi dīnha bideha~ bahori| jo avalokata lokapati loka saṃpadā thori||333||

    Meaning

    When the townspeople heard that the wedding party would leave, they questioned one another in distress. Learning that the departure was real, they all grew downcast, like lotuses shrinking at dusk. At every place where the party had lodged on its way there, Janaka had provisions of many kinds made ready and sent — dried fruits and sweetmeats of every sort, an array of food beyond describing. Loading countless bullocks and bearers, he sent off excellent stores of many kinds: a lakh of horses and twenty-five thousand chariots, all decked out from hoof to head; ten thousand elephants in rut, caparisoned, at whose sight the elephants of the quarters might feel shame; wagons piled with gold, garments and gems, with buffaloes, cows and goods of every description. Besides all this Videha gave a dowry so boundless that it cannot be told, beside which the wealth of the guardians of the worlds would look small.

  334. Verse 334

    caupāī sabu samāju ehi bhā~ti banāī| janaka avadhapura dīnha paṭhāī|| calihi barāta sunata saba rānīṃ| bikala mīnagana janu laghu pānīṃ|| puni puni sīya goda kari lehīṃ| dei asīsa sikhāvanu dehīṃ|| hoehu saṃtata piyahi piārī| ciru ahibāta asīsa hamārī|| sāsu sasura gura sevā karehū| pati rukha lakhi āyasu anusarehū|| ati saneha basa sakhīṃ sayānī| nāri dharama sikhavahiṃ mṛdu bānī|| sādara sakala kua~ri samujhāī| rāninha bāra bāra ura lāī|| bahuri bahuri bheṭahiṃ mahatārīṃ| kahahiṃ biraṃci racīṃ kata nārīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā tehi avasara bhāinha sahita rāmu bhānu kula ketu| cale janaka maṃdira mudita bidā karāvana hetu||334||

    Meaning

    Having got the whole array together in this way, Janaka sent it off to Ayodhya. Hearing that the wedding party would leave, all the queens grew as helpless as fish in a shallow pool. Again and again they took Sita into their laps, blessing her and giving her counsel: 'May you be dear to your beloved for ever; long wedded life is our blessing to you. Serve your husband's mother and father and your preceptor; read your husband's face and follow his bidding.' Overcome with affection, her wise companions taught her a woman's duty in gentle words. All the princesses were reverently instructed, and the queens pressed them to their hearts again and again. The mothers embraced them over and over, saying, 'Why did Brahma fashion women at all?' At that moment Rama, the banner of the solar house, went gladly with his brothers to Janaka's palace to obtain their leave.

  335. Verse 335

    caupāī cāria bhāi subhāya~ suhāe| nagara nāri nara dekhana dhāe|| kou kaha calana cahata hahiṃ ājū| kīnha bideha bidā kara sājū|| lehu nayana bhari rūpa nihārī| priya pāhune bhūpa suta cārī|| ko jānai kehi sukṛta sayānī| nayana atithi kīnhe bidhi ānī|| maranasīlu jimi pāva piūṣā| surataru lahai janama kara bhūkhā|| pāva nārakī haripadu jaiseṃ| inha kara darasanu hama kaha~ taise|| nirakhi rāma sobhā ura dharahū| nija mana phani mūrati mani karahū|| ehi bidhi sabahi nayana phalu detā| gae kua~ra saba rāja niketā|| dohā/soraṭhā rūpa siṃdhu saba baṃdhu lakhi haraṣi uṭhā ranivāsu| karahi nichāvari āratī mahā mudita mana sāsu||335||

    Meaning

    The four brothers were lovely by their very nature, and the men and women of the city ran out to see them. One said, 'They mean to set out today; Videha has made all the arrangements for the leave-taking. Fill your eyes with the sight of their beauty — the king's four sons, our beloved guests. Who knows, wise friend, by what merit the Creator has brought them here and made them guests of our eyes? As a dying man might come by nectar, as one hungry from birth might find the tree of heaven, as a soul in hell might win Hari's abode, so is the sight of these to us. Look upon Rama's beauty and lay it up in your heart; make your mind the serpent and his image the gem it guards.' Giving every eye its reward in this way, the princes reached the royal house. Seeing all the brothers, those oceans of beauty, the women's apartments rose up in delight, and the mother-in-law, greatly glad at heart, made her offerings and waved the lamps of arati.

  336. Verse 336

    caupāī dekhi rāma chabi ati anurāgīṃ| premabibasa puni puni pada lāgīṃ|| rahī na lāja prīti ura chāī| sahaja sanehu barani kimi jāī|| bhāinha sahita ubaṭi anhavāe| charasa asana ati hetu jevā~e|| bole rāmu suavasaru jānī| sīla saneha sakucamaya bānī|| rāu avadhapura cahata sidhāe| bidā hona hama ihā~ paṭhāe|| mātu mudita mana āyasu dehū| bālaka jāni karaba nita nehū|| sunata bacana bilakheu ranivāsū| boli na sakahiṃ premabasa sāsū|| hṛdaya~ lagāi kua~ri saba līnhī| patinha sauṃpi binatī ati kīnhī||

    Meaning

    Beholding Rama's beauty they were filled with love, and overcome by it fell at his feet again and again. Modesty did not remain, so did love flood their hearts; how can that unstudied affection be described? They had him and his brothers rubbed with fragrant paste and bathed, and with great fondness fed them food of the six flavours. Then Rama, knowing the moment was a fit one, spoke in a voice full of courtesy, love and diffidence: 'The king wishes to set out for Ayodhya, and has sent us here to take our leave. Mother, give us leave with a glad heart, and holding us for your own children, love us always.' At these words the women's apartments were stricken; the mother-in-law was so overcome with love that she could not speak. She clasped all the princesses to her heart, made them over to their husbands, and entreated them earnestly.

  337. Verse 337

    caupāī asa kahi rahī carana gahi rānī| prema paṃka janu girā samānī|| suni sanehasānī bara bānī| bahubidhi rāma sāsu sanamānī|| rāma bidā māgata kara jorī| kīnha pranāmu bahori bahorī|| pāi asīsa bahuri siru nāī| bhāinha sahita cale raghurāī|| maṃju madhura mūrati ura ānī| bhaī saneha sithila saba rānī|| puni dhīraju dhari kua~ri ha~kārī| bāra bāra bheṭahiṃ mahatārīṃ|| pahu~cāvahiṃ phiri milahiṃ bahorī| baṛhī paraspara prīti na thorī|| puni puni milata sakhinha bilagāī| bāla baccha jimi dhenu lavāī|| dohā/soraṭhā premabibasa nara nāri saba sakhinha sahita ranivāsu| mānahu~ kīnha bidehapura karunā~ biraha~ nivāsu||337||

    Meaning

    Having spoken thus, the queen stayed clasping his feet, her voice as though sunk in a mire of love. Hearing that excellent speech steeped in affection, Rama honoured his mother-in-law in many ways. With folded hands he begged leave and bowed to her again and yet again. Receiving her blessing and bending his head once more, Raghurai set out with his brothers. Carrying that lovely, sweet form in their hearts, all the queens went limp with love. Then, gathering courage, they called the princesses, and the mothers pressed them to their breasts over and over. They would walk on to see them off, then turn back and meet them once more; the love on either side grew, and by no small measure. As they met again and again the companions drew them apart, as a newly calved cow is parted from her little one. All the men and women, and the companions with the whole inner palace, were helpless with love, as if pity and the pain of parting had made their home in the city of Videha.

  338. Verse 338

    caupāī suka sārikā jānakī jyāe| kanaka piṃjaranhi rākhi paṛhāe|| byākula kahahiṃ kahā~ baidehī| suni dhīraju pariharai na kehī|| bhae bikala khaga mṛga ehi bhā~ti| manuja dasā kaiseṃ kahi jātī|| baṃdhu sameta janaku taba āe| prema umagi locana jala chāe|| sīya biloki dhīratā bhāgī| rahe kahāvata parama birāgī|| līnhi rā~ya ura lāi jānakī| miṭī mahāmarajāda gyāna kī|| samujhāvata saba saciva sayāne| kīnha bicāru na avasara jāne|| bārahiṃ bāra sutā ura lāī| saji suṃdara pālakīṃ magāī|| dohā/soraṭhā premabibasa parivāru sabu jāni sulagana naresa| ku~ari caṛhāī pālakinha sumire siddhi ganesa||338||

    Meaning

    The parrots and mynas that Janaki had reared, kept in cages of gold and taught to speak, cried out in distress, 'Where is Vaidehi?' — and hearing them, whose composure would not break? When the birds and beasts were thrown into such anguish, how can the state of the people be told at all? Then Janaka came with his brother, love welling up in him and tears filling his eyes. At the sight of Sita his firmness fled, though he was famed as one utterly detached. The king pressed Janaki to his breast, and the lofty bounds of his wisdom were undone. His seasoned ministers tried to reason with him, but he weighed nothing they said and took no note of the occasion. Again and again he held his daughter to his heart; then he had beautiful palanquins made ready and brought. With the whole household overcome by love, the king, knowing the hour to be auspicious, seated the princesses in the palanquins and called to mind Ganesha, the giver of success.

  339. Verse 339

    caupāī bahubidhi bhūpa sutā samujhāī| nāridharamu kularīti sikhāī|| dāsīṃ dāsa die bahutere| suci sevaka je priya siya kere|| sīya calata byākula purabāsī| hohiṃ saguna subha maṃgala rāsī|| bhūsura saciva sameta samājā| saṃga cale pahu~cāvana rājā|| samaya biloki bājane bāje| ratha gaja bāji barātinha sāje|| dasaratha bipra boli saba līnhe| dāna māna paripūrana kīnhe|| carana saroja dhūri dhari sīsā| mudita mahīpati pāi asīsā|| sumiri gajānanu kīnha payānā| maṃgalamūla saguna bhae nānā|| dohā/soraṭhā sura prasūna baraṣahi haraṣi karahiṃ apacharā gāna| cale avadhapati avadhapura mudita bajāi nisāna||339||

    Meaning

    In many ways the king counselled his daughters, teaching them a woman's duty and the customs of the family. He gave them many maidservants and menservants, faithful attendants who were dear to Sita. As Sita set out the townsfolk grew distraught, while omens of every good and auspicious kind appeared in abundance. With the Brahmins, the ministers and the whole assembly, the king went along to see the party off. Marking the hour, the instruments struck up, and the chariots, elephants and horses of the wedding party were caparisoned. Dasharatha called all the Brahmins together and satisfied them fully with gifts and honour. Taking the dust of their lotus feet upon his head, the delighted monarch received their blessing. Invoking the elephant-faced one he set out, and many omens, the root of good fortune, showed themselves. The gods in their joy rained down flowers and the apsaras sang; and the lord of Ayodhya, glad at heart, set out for his city with the kettledrums beating.

  340. Verse 340

    caupāī nṛpa kari binaya mahājana phere| sādara sakala māgane ṭere|| bhūṣana basana bāji gaja dīnhe| prema poṣi ṭhāṛhe saba kīnhe|| bāra bāra biridāvali bhāṣī| phire sakala rāmahi ura rākhī|| bahuri bahuri kosalapati kahahīṃ| janaku premabasa phirai na cahahīṃ|| puni kaha bhūpati bacana suhāe| phiria mahīsa dūri baṛi āe|| rāu bahori utari bhae ṭhāṛhe| prema prabāha bilocana bāṛhe|| taba bideha bole kara jorī| bacana saneha sudhā~ janu borī|| karau kavana bidhi binaya banāī| mahārāja mohi dīnhi baṛāī|| dohā/soraṭhā kosalapati samadhī sajana sanamāne saba bhā~ti| milani parasapara binaya ati prīti na hṛdaya~ samāti||340||

    Meaning

    With courteous entreaty the king sent the leading men back, and respectfully summoned all the mendicants. He gave them ornaments and raiment, horses and elephants, and, cherishing them with affection, set every one of them on his feet. Over and over they chanted his titles of glory, and all turned homewards with Rama held in their hearts. Again and again the lord of Kosala urged him to return, but Janaka, held fast by love, had no wish to turn back. Once more the king spoke gracious words: 'Turn back now, lord of the earth; you have come a long way.' Then the king climbed down and stood there, the flood of love rising high in his eyes. Then Videha spoke with folded hands, his words as though steeped in the nectar of affection: 'How shall I shape my entreaty fittingly? Your Majesty has done me great honour.' The lord of Kosala honoured his co-father-in-law and kinsman in every way; their meeting was all courtesy, and the love in their hearts could not be contained.

  341. Verse 341

    caupāī muni maṃḍalihi janaka siru nāvā| āsirabādu sabahi sana pāvā|| sādara puni bheṃṭe jāmātā| rūpa sīla guna nidhi saba bhrātā|| jori paṃkaruha pāni suhāe| bole bacana prema janu jāe|| rāma karau kehi bhā~ti prasaṃsā| muni mahesa mana mānasa haṃsā|| karahiṃ joga jogī jehi lāgī| kohu mohu mamatā madu tyāgī|| byāpaku brahmu alakhu abināsī| cidānaṃdu niraguna gunarāsī|| mana sameta jehi jāna na bānī| taraki na sakahiṃ sakala anumānī|| mahimā nigamu neti kahi kahaī| jo tihu~ kāla ekarasa rahaī|| dohā/soraṭhā nayana biṣaya mo kahu~ bhayau so samasta sukha mūla| sabai lābhu jaga jīva kaha~ bhae~ īsu anukula||341||

    Meaning

    Janaka bowed his head to the company of sages and received a blessing from every one of them. Then he embraced his sons-in-law with reverence, all the brothers, treasuries of beauty, gentleness and virtue. Joining his fair lotus hands he spoke words that seemed born of love itself: 'Rama, in what fashion shall I praise you, the swan in the Manasa lake of the minds of sages and of Mahesha? For your sake yogis practise yoga, renouncing anger, delusion, possessiveness and pride. You are the all-pervading Brahman, unseen and imperishable, consciousness and bliss, without attributes and yet the very store of all virtue; whom mind and speech alike cannot know, whom no reasoning can reach for all its inferring; whose greatness the Vedas declare by saying, not this, not this; who stays one and unchanging through the three divisions of time. He who is the root of all happiness has become the object of my eyes. Every gain comes to the creatures of this world when the Lord is favourable.'

  342. Verse 342

    caupāī sabahi bhā~ti mohi dīnhi baṛāī| nija jana jāni līnha apanāī|| hohiṃ sahasa dasa sārada seṣā| karahiṃ kalapa koṭika bhari lekhā|| mora bhāgya rāura guna gāthā| kahi na sirāhiṃ sunahu raghunāthā|| mai kachu kahau~ eka bala moreṃ| tumha rījhahu saneha suṭhi thoreṃ|| bāra bāra māgau~ kara joreṃ| manu pariharai carana jani bhoreṃ|| suni bara bacana prema janu poṣe| pūranakāma rāmu paritoṣe|| kari bara binaya sasura sanamāne| pitu kausika basiṣṭha sama jāne|| binatī bahuri bharata sana kīnhī| mili sapremu puni āsiṣa dīnhī|| dohā/soraṭhā mile lakhana ripusūdanahi dīnhi asīsa mahīsa| bhae paraspara premabasa phiri phiri nāvahiṃ sīsa||342||

    Meaning

    'In every way you have given me honour, and knowing me for your own you have taken me as yours. Were there ten thousand Sharadas and Sheshas, and were they to keep the reckoning through millions of aeons, my good fortune and the tale of your virtues could never be told to the end — hear me, Raghunatha. I venture to speak at all on the strength of one thing only: a very little love wins you over. Again and again, with folded hands, I beg this alone: let my mind never, even by mistake, let go of your feet.' Hearing that excellent speech, nourished as it were by love, Rama, whose every desire is already fulfilled, was well pleased. With fine courtesy he honoured his father-in-law, holding him equal to his own father and to Kaushika and Vasishtha. Janaka then made his request to Bharata as well, embraced him lovingly and gave him his blessing. He met Lakshmana and Ripusudana too, and the king gave them his blessing; overcome with love for one another, they bowed their heads again and again.

  343. Verse 343

    caupāī bāra bāra kari binaya baṛāī| raghupati cale saṃga saba bhāī|| janaka gahe kausika pada jāī| carana renu sira nayananha lāī|| sunu munīsa bara darasana toreṃ| agamu na kachu pratīti mana moreṃ|| jo sukhu sujasu lokapati cahahīṃ| karata manoratha sakucata ahahīṃ|| so sukhu sujasu sulabha mohi svāmī| saba sidhi tava darasana anugāmī|| kīnhi binaya puni puni siru nāī| phire mahīsu āsiṣā pāī|| calī barāta nisāna bajāī| mudita choṭa baṛa saba samudāī|| rāmahi nirakhi grāma nara nārī| pāi nayana phalu hohiṃ sukhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā bīca bīca bara bāsa kari maga loganha sukha deta| avadha samīpa punīta dina pahu~cī āi janeta||343||

    Meaning

    Offering entreaty and words of praise again and again, Raghupati (Rama) set out with all his brothers. Janaka went and clasped the feet of Kaushika (Vishvamitra), lifting the dust of them to his head and to his eyes. 'Hear me, lord of sages: with your blessed sight upon me nothing at all is beyond reach - of this my heart is certain. The joy and the fair fame that the guardians of the worlds long for, and shrink even from framing as a wish, that joy and that fame have come to me easily, my lord; every attainment follows in the train of your sight.' Bowing his head and pleading over and over, the king turned back with the sage's blessing. The wedding procession moved off to the beat of kettledrums, and the whole company, great and small alike, was in high delight. Beholding Rama, the men and women of the villages won the reward of their eyes and were filled with happiness. Halting at fine resting places along the road and giving joy to the people of the way, the wedding party came near Ayodhya on a holy day.

  344. Verse 344

    caupāī hane nisāna panava bara bāje| bheri saṃkha dhuni haya gaya gāje|| jhā~jhi birava ḍiṃḍamīṃ suhāī| sarasa rāga bājahiṃ sahanāī|| pura jana āvata akani barātā| mudita sakala pulakāvali gātā|| nija nija suṃdara sadana sa~vāre| hāṭa bāṭa cauhaṭa pura dvāre|| galīṃ sakala aragajā~ siṃcāī| jaha~ taha~ caukeṃ cāru purāī|| banā bajāru na jāi bakhānā| torana ketu patāka bitānā|| saphala pūgaphala kadali rasālā| rope bakula kadaṃba tamālā|| lage subhaga taru parasata dharanī| manimaya ālabāla kala karanī|| dohā/soraṭhā bibidha bhā~ti maṃgala kalasa gṛha gṛha race sa~vāri| sura brahmādi sihāhiṃ saba raghubara purī nihāri||344||

    Meaning

    Kettledrums were struck and fine tabors sounded; the din of trumpets and conches mingled with the neighing of horses and the trumpeting of elephants. Cymbals clashed, the pleasing tambours rang, and shehnais played melodies full of sweetness. Hearing that the wedding party was coming, the townsfolk were all delighted, thrills of joy running over their bodies. Each set his own fair house in order, and the markets, the streets, the crossings and the city gates as well. Every lane was sprinkled with scented water, and lovely squares of auspicious design were traced here and there. The bazaar was decked past all describing, with archways, banners, flags and awnings. Betel palms heavy with fruit, plantains and mangoes were set up, and bakula, kadamba and tamala trees were planted; the beautiful trees stood as though rooted in the earth they touched, with jewelled basins of exquisite workmanship about them. In house after house auspicious pitchers of many kinds were arranged and adorned; looking upon Raghubara's city, the gods, Brahma and all the rest, were filled with envy.

  345. Verse 345

    caupāī bhūpa bhavana tehi avasara sohā| racanā dekhi madana manu mohā|| maṃgala saguna manoharatāī| ridhi sidhi sukha saṃpadā suhāī|| janu uchāha saba sahaja suhāe| tanu dhari dhari dasaratha dasaratha gṛha~ chāe|| dekhana hetu rāma baidehī| kahahu lālasā hohi na kehī|| jutha jūtha mili calīṃ suāsini| nija chabi nidarahiṃ madana bilāsani|| sakala sumaṃgala sajeṃ āratī| gāvahiṃ janu bahu beṣa bhāratī|| bhūpati bhavana kolāhalu hoī| jāi na barani samau sukhu soī|| kausalyādi rāma mahatārīṃ| prema bibasa tana dasā bisārīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā die dāna bipranha bipula pūji ganesa purārī| pramudita parama daridra janu pāi padāratha cāri||345||

    Meaning

    At that hour the king's palace shone so that Kamadeva himself was enchanted at the sight of its adorning. Auspiciousness and good omens, loveliness, prosperity and success, comfort and fair fortune - it was as if all these festive things, charming by their very nature, had taken bodily shape and spread themselves through Dasharatha's house. To behold Rama and Vaidehi - tell me, in whom would such longing not arise? The married women went in company after company, their own beauty putting to shame the graces of Kama's consorts. All made ready the auspicious arati and sang as though Bharati herself were singing in many guises. Such a joyous tumult filled the king's palace that the happiness of that hour cannot be told. Kaushalya and Rama's other mothers, overpowered by love, lost all awareness of the state of their bodies. They gave lavish gifts to the brahmins and worshipped Ganesha and Purari (Shiva), rejoicing beyond measure, like a man in utter poverty who has been given the four great objects of life.

  346. Verse 346

    caupāī moda pramoda bibasa saba mātā| calahiṃ na carana sithila bhae gātā|| rāma darasa hita ati anurāgīṃ| parichani sāju sajana saba lāgīṃ|| bibidha bidhāna bājane bāje| maṃgala mudita sumitrā~ sāje|| harada dūba dadhi pallava phūlā| pāna pūgaphala maṃgala mūlā|| acchata aṃkura locana lājā| maṃjula maṃjari tulasi birājā|| chuhe puraṭa ghaṭa sahaja suhāe| madana sakuna janu nīṛa banāe|| saguna suṃgadha na jāhiṃ bakhānī| maṃgala sakala sajahiṃ saba rānī|| racīṃ āratīṃ bahuta bidhānā| mudita karahiṃ kala maṃgala gānā|| dohā/soraṭhā kanaka thāra bhari maṃgalanhi kamala karanhi lie~ māta| calīṃ mudita parichani karana pulaka pallavita gāta||346||

    Meaning

    All the mothers were so mastered by gladness and delight that their feet would not carry them and their limbs went slack. Full of love and longing for the sight of Rama, they set about gathering everything for the welcoming rite. Instruments of many kinds struck up, and Sumitra in her joy laid out the auspicious articles - turmeric, durva grass, curds, young leaves and flowers, betel leaf and betel nut, the very roots of good fortune; unbroken rice and sprouted grain, gorochana and parched paddy, with lovely sprays of tulsi shining among them. The burnished golden jars, beautiful without any labour of art, seemed like nests that the birds of Kama had built. The good omens and the fragrances were beyond describing as all the queens made ready every article of blessing. They composed the arati lamps in many fashions and joyfully sang sweet songs of blessing. Then, with golden trays heaped with auspicious offerings held in their lotus hands, the mothers went forth gladly to perform the welcoming rite, their bodies thrilling as though putting out fresh leaves.

  347. Verse 347

    caupāī dhūpa dhūma nabhu mecaka bhayaū| sāvana ghana ghamaṃḍu janu ṭhayaū|| surataru sumana māla sura baraṣahiṃ| manahu~ balāka avali manu karaṣahiṃ|| maṃjula manimaya baṃdanivāre| manahu~ pākaripu cāpa sa~vāre|| pragaṭahiṃ durahiṃ aṭanha para bhāmini| cāru capala janu damakahiṃ dāmini|| duṃdubhi dhuni ghana garajani ghorā| jācaka cātaka dādura morā|| sura sugandha suci baraṣahiṃ bārī| sukhī sakala sasi pura nara nārī|| samau jānī gura āyasu dīnhā| pura prabesu raghukulamani kīnhā|| sumiri saṃbhu girajā ganarājā| mudita mahīpati sahita samājā|| dohā/soraṭhā hohiṃ saguna baraṣahiṃ sumana sura duṃdubhīṃ bajāi| bibudha badhū nācahiṃ mudita maṃjula maṃgala gāi||347||

    Meaning

    The smoke of the incense darkened the sky, as though the clouds of Sravana had gathered in all their pride. The gods rained down garlands of blossoms from the tree of paradise, and these seemed like rows of cranes drawing the mind after them. The lovely jewelled festoons were like rainbows strung up by the Foe of Paka (Indra). Fair women, showing themselves upon the terraces and hiding again, were like restless lightning, beautiful and quick, flashing out. The boom of the kettledrums was the deep thunder of the clouds, and the suppliants who came to beg were the chatakas, the frogs and the peacocks. The gods showered pure and fragrant water, and all the men and women of the city were made happy. Knowing the hour had come, the guru gave the word, and the jewel of Raghu's line made his entry into the city. Calling to mind Shambhu, Girija and the Lord of the Ganas, the king with all his company rejoiced. Signs of good fortune appeared, the gods sounded their drums and rained flowers, and the wives of the immortals danced in delight, singing sweet songs of blessing.

  348. Verse 348

    caupāī māgadha sūta baṃdi naṭa nāgara| gāvahiṃ jasu tihu loka ujāgara|| jaya dhuni bimala beda bara bānī| dasa disi sunia sumaṃgala sānī|| bipula bājane bājana lāge| nabha sura nagara loga anurāge|| bane barātī barani na jāhīṃ| mahā mudita mana sukha na samāhīṃ|| purabāsinha taba rāya johāre| dekhata rāmahi bhae sukhāre|| karahiṃ nichāvari manigana cīrā| bāri bilocana pulaka sarīrā|| ārati karahiṃ mudita pura nārī| haraṣahiṃ nirakhi ku~ara bara cārī|| sibikā subhaga ohāra ughārī| dekhi dulahininha hohiṃ sukhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi bidhi sabahī deta sukhu āe rājaduāra| mudita mātu paruchani karahiṃ badhunha sameta kumāra||348||

    Meaning

    Bards and heralds, panegyrists, dancers and skilled performers sang the fame that lights up the three worlds. Cries of victory and the pure, noble speech of the Vedas, steeped in auspiciousness, were heard on all ten sides. A great many instruments began to play; the gods in the sky and the people in the city were alike filled with love. The wedding guests were so finely arrayed that they cannot be described; in their great gladness their hearts could not hold their joy. Then the citizens made their obeisance to the king, and looking upon Rama they were filled with happiness. They made an offering of jewels and garments, waving them in blessing; water stood in their eyes and their bodies thrilled. Joyfully the women of the city performed arati, and rejoiced to behold the four noble princes. Drawing back the curtains of the fine palanquins, they were delighted at the sight of the brides. Giving joy to everyone in this way, the procession reached the palace gate, where the happy mothers performed the welcoming rite over the princes together with their brides.

  349. Verse 349

    caupāī karahiṃ āratī bārahiṃ bārā| premu pramodu kahai ko pārā|| bhūṣana mani paṭa nānā jātī||karahī nichāvari aganita bhā~tī|| badhunha sameta dekhi suta cārī| paramānaṃda magana mahatārī|| puni puni sīya rāma chabi dekhī||mudita saphala jaga jīvana lekhī|| sakhīṃ sīya mukha puni puni cāhī| gāna karahiṃ nija sukṛta sarāhī|| baraṣahiṃ sumana chanahiṃ chana devā| nācahiṃ gāvahiṃ lāvahiṃ sevā|| dekhi manohara cāriu jorīṃ| sārada upamā sakala ḍha~ḍhorīṃ|| deta na banahiṃ nipaṭa laghu lāgī| ekaṭaka rahīṃ rūpa anurāgīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā nigama nīti kula rīti kari aragha pā~vaṛe deta| badhunha sahita suta parichi saba calīṃ lavāi niketa||349||

    Meaning

    They wave the lamps of arti again and again - who could tell the bounds of such love and rapture? Ornaments, gems and cloths of every kind are waved in offering and given away in countless ways. Beholding the four sons together with their brides, the mothers are drowned in supreme bliss. Again and again they gaze on the loveliness of Sita and Rama and rejoice, counting their life in this world fulfilled. The companions look and look at Sita's face, and sing, praising their own store of merit. Moment by moment the gods rain down flowers, and dance and sing and render their service. Seeing the four charming couples, Sharada searched through every comparison she had, but not one would serve: beside such beauty they all seemed slight and poor, so she could offer none at all, and stood gazing without a blink, in love with that loveliness. Then, keeping the rule of the Veda and the custom of the house, offering the water of welcome and spreading cloths beneath their feet, the women performed the rite of welcome over the sons with their brides and led them all into the palace.

  350. Verse 350

    caupāī cāri siṃghāsana sahaja suhāe| janu manoja nija hātha banāe|| tinha para kua~ri kua~ra baiṭhāre| sādara pāya punita pakhāre|| dhūpa dīpa naibeda beda bidhi| pūje bara dulahini maṃgalanidhi|| bārahiṃ bāra āratī karahīṃ| byajana cāru cāmara sira ḍharahīṃ|| bastu aneka nichāvara hohīṃ| bharīṃ pramoda mātu saba sohīṃ|| pāvā parama tatva janu jogīṃ| amṛta laheu janu saṃtata rogīṃ|| janama raṃka janu pārasa pāvā| aṃdhahi locana lābhu suhāvā|| mūka badana janu sārada chāī| mānahu~ samara sūra jaya pāī|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi sukha te sata koṭi guna pāvahiṃ mātu anaṃdu|| bhāinha sahita biāhi ghara āe raghukulacaṃdu||350(ka)|| loka rīta jananī karahiṃ bara dulahini sakucāhiṃ| modu binodu biloki baṛa rāmu manahiṃ musakāhiṃ||350(kha)||

    Meaning

    Four thrones stood ready, lovely by their very nature, as though the god of love had fashioned them with his own hands. On these the princes and the princesses were seated, and their holy feet reverently washed. With incense, lamps and offerings of food, by the rule of the Veda, the bridegrooms and brides - very treasuries of auspiciousness - were worshipped. Again and again the lamps were waved before them, while fair fans and whisks swayed above their heads. Countless things were waved round them and given away, and the mothers, brimming with gladness, shone with joy. It was as if a yogi had touched the ultimate truth; as if one ill for a lifetime had come by the nectar of immortality; as if a man destitute from birth had found the stone that turns iron to gold; as if a blind man had been granted the sweet gift of sight; as if Sharada had settled upon a mute man's mouth; as if a warrior had won the day in battle. Yet the bliss the mothers now receive is a billion times greater than any such joy, for the moon of Raghu's line has come home wedded, and his brothers with him. The mothers keep to the customs of the world while the bridegrooms and the brides stand bashful, and Rama, beholding this great mirth and merriment, smiles within himself.

  351. Verse 351

    caupāī deva pitara pūje bidhi nīkī| pūjīṃ sakala bāsanā jī kī|| sabahiṃ baṃdi māgahiṃ baradānā| bhāinha sahita rāma kalyānā|| aṃtarahita sura āsiṣa dehīṃ| mudita mātu aṃcala bhari leṃhīṃ|| bhūpati boli barātī līnhe| jāna basana mani bhūṣana dīnhe|| āyasu pāi rākhi ura rāmahi| mudita gae saba nija nija dhāmahi|| pura nara nāri sakala pahirāe| ghara ghara bājana lage badhāe|| jācaka jana jācahi joi joī| pramudita rāu dehiṃ soi soī|| sevaka sakala bajaniā nānā| pūrana kie dāna sanamānā|| dohā/soraṭhā deṃhiṃ asīsa johāri saba gāvahiṃ guna gana gātha| taba gura bhūsura sahita gṛha~ gavanu kīnha naranātha||351||

    Meaning

    The gods and the ancestors were worshipped in fitting form, and every longing of the heart was fulfilled. Bowing before them all, the women beg one boon alone: the well-being of Rama and his brothers. Unseen, the gods pronounce their blessings, and the glad mothers gather them into the folds of their garments. The king called the marriage party to him and gave them carriages, raiment, gems and ornaments; taking their leave and keeping Rama in their hearts, they went away rejoicing, each to his own home. Every man and woman of the city was clothed in new robes, and in house after house the music of congratulation began to sound. Whatever the suppliants asked for, the delighted king gave them just that; and all his servants and the many musicians he satisfied to the full with gifts and honour. All salute him and give their blessings, and sing the tale of his host of virtues. Then, with his guru and the brahmins, the lord of men went into the palace.

  352. Verse 352

    caupāī jo basiṣṭha anusāsana dīnhī| loka beda bidhi sādara kīnhī|| bhūsura bhīra dekhi saba rānī| sādara uṭhīṃ bhāgya baṛa jānī|| pāya pakhāri sakala anhavāe| pūji bhalī bidhi bhūpa jevā~e|| ādara dāna prema paripoṣe| deta asīsa cale mana toṣe|| bahu bidhi kīnhi gādhisuta pūjā| nātha mohi sama dhanya na dūjā|| kīnhi prasaṃsā bhūpati bhūrī| rāninha sahita līnhi paga dhūrī|| bhītara bhavana dīnha bara bāsu| mana jogavata raha nṛpa ranivāsū|| pūje gura pada kamala bahorī| kīnhi binaya ura prīti na thorī|| dohā/soraṭhā badhunha sameta kumāra saba rāninha sahita mahīsu| puni puni baṃdata gura carana deta asīsa munīsu||352||

    Meaning

    Whatever direction Vasishtha gave, the king carried out with reverence, by the usage of the world and the rule of the Veda. Seeing the throng of brahmins, all the queens rose in reverence, counting their good fortune great. Their feet were washed and they were all bathed, and the king worshipped them in due form and fed them. Nourished with honour, with gifts and with love, they went their way giving blessings, contented in mind. In many ways he worshipped Gadhi's son: 'Lord, there is no one so blessed as I.' The king praised him abundantly, and with his queens took the dust of his feet. Within the palace he gave him a fine lodging, and the king and the whole royal household remained attentive to his every wish. Then he worshipped the lotus feet of his guru and made his petition, with no small love in his heart. All the princes with their brides, and the king with his queens, bow again and again at the guru's feet, and the lord of sages gives them his blessing.

  353. Verse 353

    caupāī binaya kīnhi ura ati anurāgeṃ| suta saṃpadā rākhi saba āgeṃ|| negu māgi munināyaka līnhā| āsirabādu bahuta bidhi dīnhā|| ura dhari rāmahi sīya sametā| haraṣi kīnha gura gavanu niketā|| biprabadhū saba bhūpa bolāī| caila cāru bhūṣana pahirāī|| bahuri bolāi suāsini līnhīṃ| ruci bicāri pahirāvani dīnhīṃ|| negī nega joga saba lehīṃ| ruci anurupa bhūpamani dehīṃ|| priya pāhune pūjya je jāne| bhūpati bhalī bhā~ti sanamāne|| deva dekhi raghubīra bibāhū| baraṣi prasūna prasaṃsi uchāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā cale nisāna bajāi sura nija nija pura sukha pāi| kahata parasapara rāma jasu prema na hṛdaya~ samāi||353||

    Meaning

    With deep love in his heart the king made his prayer, setting his sons and all his wealth before the sage. The chief of sages asked only for his customary due and took that, and gave his blessing in many forms; then, holding Rama with Sita in his heart, he set out joyfully for his own abode. The king summoned the brahmins' wives and clothed them in fair garments and ornaments; then he called the married women of the city and gave each a gift of raiment, considering what would please her. All who had a claim upon the occasion received their proper dues, and the jewel among kings gave to each after his liking. Those he knew for dear and honoured guests the king entertained with full courtesy. The gods, beholding the wedding of the Raghu hero, rained down blossoms and praised the festival; then, sounding their kettledrums, they went away contented, each to his own city, telling one another Rama's glory, their hearts too small to hold their love.

  354. Verse 354

    caupāī saba bidhi sabahi samadi naranāhū| rahā hṛdaya~ bhari pūri uchāhū|| jaha~ ranivāsu tahā~ pagu dhāre| sahita bahūṭinha kua~ra nihāre|| lie goda kari moda sametā| ko kahi sakai bhayau sukhu jetā|| badhū saprema goda baiṭhārīṃ| bāra bāra hiya~ haraṣi dulārīṃ|| dekhi samāju mudita ranivāsū| saba keṃ ura anaṃda kiyo bāsū|| kaheu bhūpa jimi bhayau bibāhū| suni haraṣu hota saba kāhū|| janaka rāja guna sīlu baṛāī| prīti rīti saṃpadā suhāī|| bahubidhi bhūpa bhāṭa jimi baranī| rānīṃ saba pramudita suni karanī|| dohā/soraṭhā sutanha sameta nahāi nṛpa boli bipra gura gyāti| bhojana kīnha aneka bidhi gharī paṃca gai rāti||354||

    Meaning

    The lord of men saw everyone off in every fitting way, and still his heart stayed brimming over with joy. He went to where the queens' apartments were and there looked upon the princes with their brides. In his delight he took them into his lap - who could tell how great that happiness was? The brides too he seated lovingly in his lap, and again and again, rejoicing at heart, fondled them. Seeing that gathering, the whole royal household was glad, and joy made its dwelling in every breast. The king recounted how the wedding had come about, and all who heard it were filled with delight. King Janaka's virtues and gentleness and greatness, his affection, his keeping of every proper usage, his splendid wealth - all this the king described in many ways like a bard, and the queens rejoiced to hear of his doings. Then, having bathed along with his sons, the king called the brahmins, his guru and his kinsmen, and food of many kinds was eaten; by then five gharis of the night had already gone by.

  355. Verse 355

    caupāī maṃgalagāna karahiṃ bara bhāmini| bhai sukhamūla manohara jāmini|| a~cai pāna saba kāhū~ pāe| straga sugaṃdha bhūṣita chabi chāe|| rāmahi dekhi rajāyasu pāī| nija nija bhavana cale sira nāī|| prema pramoda binodu baṛhāī| samau samāju manoharatāī|| kahi na sakahi sata sārada sesū| beda biraṃci mahesa ganesū|| so mai kahauṃ kavana bidhi baranī| bhūmināgu sira dharai ki dharanī|| nṛpa saba bhā~ti sabahi sanamānī| kahi mṛdu bacana bolāī rānī|| badhū larikanīṃ para ghara āīṃ| rākhehu nayana palaka kī nāī|| dohā/soraṭhā larikā śramita unīda basa sayana karāvahu jāi| asa kahi ge biśrāmagṛha~ rāma carana citu lāi||355||

    Meaning

    Lovely women sang songs of blessing, and the enchanting night became the very root of happiness. All rinsed their mouths and were given betel; garlanded and perfumed, their beauty shone on every side. Looking upon Rama and receiving leave to go, each bowed his head and went away to his own house, love and gladness and merriment swelling as they went. The hour, the gathering, the loveliness of it — a hundred Saradas and Sheshas could not tell it, nor the Vedas, nor Brahma, Shiva and Ganesha. By what means then should I describe it? Can an earthworm carry the earth upon its head? The king honoured every one of them in every way, and then in gentle words summoned the queens: 'The brides are young girls, come into another's house; guard them as the eyelid guards the eye. The boys are weary and heavy with sleep — go and put them to bed.' Saying this he went to his resting chamber with his mind fixed on Rama's feet.

  356. Verse 356

    caupāī bhūpa bacana suni sahaja suhāe| jarita kanaka mani pala~ga ḍasāe|| subhaga surabhi paya phena samānā| komala kalita supetīṃ nānā|| upabarahana bara barani na jāhīṃ| straga sugaṃdha manimaṃdira māhīṃ|| ratanadīpa suṭhi cāru ca~dovā| kahata na banai jāna jehiṃ jovā|| seja rucira raci rāmu uṭhāe| prema sameta pala~ga pauṛhāe|| agyā puni puni bhāinha dīnhī| nija nija seja sayana tinha kīnhī|| dekhi syāma mṛdu maṃjula gātā| kahahiṃ saprema bacana saba mātā|| māraga jāta bhayāvani bhārī| kehi bidhi tāta tāṛakā mārī|| dohā/soraṭhā ghora nisācara bikaṭa bhaṭa samara ganahiṃ nahiṃ kāhu|| māre sahita sahāya kimi khala mārīca subāhu||356||

    Meaning

    Hearing the king's words, gracious as they always were, the attendants spread out couches of gold inlaid with gems, and upon them many sheets, soft and fair and white as the froth of fragrant milk. The fine pillows were past describing; there were garlands and perfumes throughout the jewelled palace, lamps of gems and a canopy of great beauty — no telling can reach it, and only one who has seen such a thing knows it. Having made the lovely bed ready they raised Rama up and laid him lovingly upon the couch. Again and again he bade his brothers rest, and they lay down each on his own bed. Looking on his dark, soft and comely limbs, all the mothers spoke to him with love: 'On the road, dear child, how did you kill the dreadful Taraka? And those grim night-rangers, formidable fighters who counted no adversary in battle — how did you strike down the wicked Maricha and Subahu together with their helpers?'

  357. Verse 357

    caupāī muni prasāda bali tāta tumhārī| īsa aneka karavareṃ ṭārī|| makha rakhavārī kari duhu~ bhāī| guru prasāda saba bidyā pāī|| munitaya tarī lagata paga dhūrī| kīrati rahī bhuvana bhari pūrī|| kamaṭha pīṭhi pabi kūṭa kaṭhorā| nṛpa samāja mahu~ siva dhanu torā|| bisva bijaya jasu jānaki pāī| āe bhavana byāhi saba bhāī|| sakala amānuṣa karama tumhāre| kevala kausika kṛpā~ sudhāre|| āju suphala jaga janamu hamārā| dekhi tāta bidhubadana tumhārā|| je dina gae tumhahi binu dekheṃ| te biraṃci jani pārahiṃ lekheṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma pratoṣīṃ mātu saba kahi binīta bara baina| sumiri saṃbhu gura bipra pada kie nīdabasa naina||357||

    Meaning

    The mothers went on: 'By the sage's grace, dear child — and I would be a sacrifice for you — God turned aside many a calamity. The two brothers guarded the sacrifice, and by the guru's favour you gained every branch of learning. The sage's wife was delivered at the mere touch of the dust of your feet, and the fame of it stayed filling the whole world. In the assembly of kings you broke the bow of Shiva, harder than the tortoise's back, than the thunderbolt, than a mountain crag; you won world-conquering renown and you won Janaki, and all the brothers have come home wedded. Every one of your deeds is more than human, and it is Kaushika's grace alone that has brought them to good end. Today our birth in this world has borne its fruit, dear child, in the sight of your moon-like face; and as for the days that went by without sight of you, let Brahma not enter them in the reckoning.' With humble and gracious words Rama contented all the mothers; then, calling to mind the feet of Shambhu, of his guru and of the brahmans, he gave his eyes over to sleep.

  358. Verse 358

    caupāī nīdau~ badana soha suṭhi lonā| manahu~ sā~jha sarasīruha sonā|| ghara ghara karahiṃ jāgarana nārīṃ| dehiṃ parasapara maṃgala gārīṃ|| purī birājati rājati rajanī| rānīṃ kahahiṃ bilokahu sajanī|| suṃdara badhunha sāsu lai soī| phanikanha janu siramani ura goī|| prāta punīta kāla prabhu jāge| arunacūṛa bara bolana lāge|| baṃdi māgadhanhi gunagana gāe| purajana dvāra johārana āe|| baṃdi bipra sura gura pitu mātā| pāi asīsa mudita saba bhrātā|| jananinha sādara badana nihāre| bhūpati saṃga dvāra pagu dhāre|| dohā/soraṭhā kīnha sauca saba sahaja suci sarita punīta nahāi| prātakriyā kari tāta pahiṃ āe cāriu bhāi||358||

    Meaning

    Even in sleep his face shone with rare sweetness, as though a lotus were glowing at evening. In house after house the women kept vigil through the night, exchanging with one another the auspicious songs of teasing. The city was radiant and the night itself was radiant, and the queens said, 'Look, my friend!' The mothers-in-law took the beautiful brides and slept beside them, as though serpents had hidden their crest-jewels in their breasts. At the holy hour of dawn the Lord awoke, and the red-crested cocks began their sweet crowing. Bards and minstrels sang the whole host of his virtues, and the townsfolk came to the door to make their salutations. Saluting the brahmans, the gods, their guru, their father and their mothers, all the brothers received blessings and were glad; the mothers gazed reverently on their faces, and then the brothers stepped out to the gate along with the king. Pure by their very nature, they all performed their ablutions and bathed in the holy river, and having finished the morning rites the four brothers came to their father.

  359. Verse 359

    caupāī bhūpa biloki lie ura lāī| baiṭhai haraṣi rajāyasu pāī|| dekhi rāmu saba sabhā juṛānī| locana lābha avadhi anumānī|| puni basiṣṭu muni kausika āe| subhaga āsananhi muni baiṭhāe|| sutanha sameta pūji pada lāge| nirakhi rāmu dou gura anurāge|| kahahiṃ basiṣṭu dharama itihāsā| sunahiṃ mahīsu sahita ranivāsā|| muni mana agama gādhisuta karanī| mudita basiṣṭa bipula bidhi baranī|| bole bāmadeu saba sā~cī| kīrati kalita loka tihu~ mācī|| suni ānaṃdu bhayau saba kāhū| rāma lakhana ura adhika uchāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā maṃgala moda uchāha nita jāhiṃ divasa ehi bhā~ti| umagī avadha anaṃda bhari adhika adhika adhikāti||359||

    Meaning

    The king saw them and clasped them to his heart, and at his bidding they took their seats in joy. At the sight of Rama the whole court was cooled and refreshed, reckoning that here their eyes had reached the limit of every gain. Then the sages Vasishtha and Kaushika came, and were seated on fair seats; the king with his sons worshipped them and fell at their feet, and both preceptors, gazing on Rama, were filled with love. Vasishtha recounted the sacred histories of dharma, and the lord of earth listened, and the ladies of the palace with him. The doings of Gadhi's son lie beyond the reach of a sage's mind; gladly Vasishtha described them at length. Then Vamadeva said, 'All of it is true — his lovely fame has spread through the three worlds.' Hearing it every one of them was delighted, and in the hearts of Rama and Lakshmana the eagerness was greater still. So the days went by, each of them full of blessing, delight and festivity, and Ayodhya brimmed over, filled with a bliss that grew greater and greater and greater yet.

  360. Verse 360

    caupāī sudina sodhi kala kaṃkana chaure| maṃgala moda binoda na thore|| nita nava sukhu sura dekhi sihāhīṃ| avadha janma jācahiṃ bidhi pāhīṃ|| bisvāmitru calana nita cahahīṃ| rāma saprema binaya basa rahahīṃ|| dina dina sayaguna bhūpati bhāū| dekhi sarāha mahāmunirāū|| māgata bidā rāu anurāge| sutanha sameta ṭhāṛha bhe āge|| nātha sakala saṃpadā tumhārī| maiṃ sevaku sameta suta nārī|| karaba sadā larikanaḥ para chohū| darasana deta rahaba muni mohū|| asa kahi rāu sahita suta rānī| pareu carana mukha āva na bānī|| dīnha asīsa bipra bahu bhā~tī| cale na prīti rīti kahi jātī|| rāmu saprema saṃga saba bhāī| āyasu pāi phire pahu~cāī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma rūpu bhūpati bhagati byāhu uchāhu anaṃdu| jāta sarāhata manahiṃ mana mudita gādhikulacaṃdu||360||

    Meaning

    An auspicious day was determined and the lovely wedding wristbands were untied, with no small measure of blessing, delight and merriment. Seeing this ever-fresh happiness the gods grew envious and begged of Brahma to be born in Ayodhya. Vishvamitra wished each day to set out, and each day stayed, held fast by Rama's loving entreaty. Day by day the king's affection grew a hundredfold, and the great lord of sages watched and praised it. When at last he asked for leave to go, the king was overcome with love and stood before him with his sons: 'Lord, all this wealth is yours; I am your servant, and my sons and my wives with me. Show your kindness to the boys always, and keep granting me too the sight of you, O sage.' Saying this the king with his sons and queens fell at his feet, and no word would come to his mouth. The brahman sage blessed them in many ways and departed; the fashion of that affection cannot be told. Rama with all his brothers went lovingly along to see him on his way, and returned when they had his leave. Rama's beauty, the king's devotion, the wedding, the festivity, the joy of it — the moon of Gadhi's line went praising all of it within his own mind, well pleased.

  361. Verse 361

    caupāī bāmadeva raghukula gura gyānī| bahuri gādhisuta kathā bakhānī|| suni muni sujasu manahiṃ mana rāū| baranata āpana punya prabhāū|| bahure loga rajāyasu bhayaū| sutanha sameta nṛpati gṛha~ gayaū|| jaha~ taha~ rāma byāhu sabu gāvā| sujasu punīta loka tihu~ chāvā|| āe byāhi rāmu ghara jaba teṃ| basai anaṃda avadha saba taba teṃ|| prabhu bibāha~ jasa bhayau uchāhū| sakahiṃ na barani girā ahināhū|| kabikula jīvanu pāvana jānī||rāma sīya jasu maṃgala khānī|| tehi te maiṃ kachu kahā bakhānī| karana punīta hetu nija bānī||

    Meaning

    Vamadeva and the enlightened preceptor of the Raghu line (Vasishtha) then recounted at length the story of Gadhi's son (Vishvamitra). Hearing the sage's noble fame, the king dwelt inwardly on it and extolled the power of the merit he himself had gathered. Then leave was granted, and the people went back, while the king entered his palace with his sons. On every side everyone was singing of Rama's marriage, and its holy fame spread across the three worlds. From the day Rama came home a wedded bridegroom, gladness has made its dwelling in all Ayodhya. Such was the festivity at the Lord's wedding that neither Saraswati, goddess of speech, nor Shesha, the lord of serpents, has power to tell of it. Knowing the fame of Rama and Sita to be the very life of the line of poets, cleansing to hear, a treasury of all that is auspicious, I have therefore set down some little account of it, so that my own speech may be made pure.

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