Sri Rama Charita Manasa - Shri Sita Ram Foundation, USA

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›R∫ RÅMACARITAMÅNASA *
pµurana kåma råma anuråg∂, tumha sama tåta na kou baRabhåg∂.
sa≈ta bi¢apa saritå giri dharan∂, para hita hetu sabanha kai karan∂.3.
sa≈ta hædaya navan∂ta samånå, kahå kabinha pari kahai na jånå.
nija paritåpa dravai navan∂tå, para dukha dravahiÚ sa≈ta supun∂tå.4.
j∂vana janma suphala mama bhayaµu, tava prasåda sa≈saya saba gayaµu.
jånehu sadå mohi nija ki≈kara, puni puni umå kahai biha≈gabara.5.
ìI have attained the object of my life now that I have listened to your discourse,
imbued with the nectar of Devotion to ›r∂ Råmaís feet. My love for ›r∂ Råmaís feet has
been renewed and the trouble created by Måyå (the Lordís deluding potency) has all
ended. You have been a vessel to me, drifting as I was in the ocean of infatuation and
have afforded me delight in various ways, my lord. I am, however, incapable of repaying
my obligation to you and simply adore your feet again and again. You are fully satiated
and a lover of ›r∂ Råma; no one is so blessed as you, venerable sir. Saints, trees, rivers,
mountains and the earth, all these operate for the good of others. The poets have
declared the heart of a saint to be soft as butter; but they did not know what should be
said. For, while butter melts only when the same is heated on fire, the holy saints melt
at the suffering of others. My life and birth into this world have both been rewarded and
by your grace all my doubts have fled. Ever regard me as your own servant.î Again and
again did the chief of the birds speak thus, O Umå. (1ó5)
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Do.: tåsu carana siru nåi kari prema sahita matidh∂ra,
gayau garuRa baiku≈¢ha taba hædaya° råkhi raghub∂ra.125(A).
girijå sa≈ta samågama sama na låbha kachu åna,
binu hari kæpå na hoi so gåvahiÚ beda puråna.125(B).
Lovingly bowing his head at Kåkabhu‹uƒŒiís feet, GaruŒa, who was so resolute
of purpose, then flew away to Vaikuƒ¢ha (the divine abode of Lord Viƒu), with an image
of ›r∂ Råma (the Hero of Raghuís line) imprinted on his heart. Girijå, there is no gain so
valuable as the fellowship of saints; the same, however, cannot be had without the grace
of ›r∂ Hari : so declare the Vedas and Puråƒas. (125 A-B)
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