Sri Rama Charita Manasa - Shri Sita Ram Foundation, USA

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›R∫ RÅMACARITAMÅNASA *
›r∂ Råma advanced to His Guru, easy in mind and inwardly praising Her affection. The
queens as well as S∂tå were filled with anxiety and wondered what Providence had in
store for them. On hearing the words of the princes Lakmaƒa looked hither and thither;
for fear of Råma, however, he could not speak. (1ó4)
ŒÙ0ó•L§Ÿ ŸÿŸ ÷Î∑ȧ≈UË ∑ȧÁ≈U‹ ÁøÃflà ŸÎ¬ã„U ‚∑§Ù¬–
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Do.: aruna nayana bhæku¢∂ ku¢ila citavata næpanha sakopa,
manahu° matta gajagana nirakhi si≈ghakisorahi copa.267.
With fiery eyes and knitted brows he cast an angry look at the kings, as though,
at the sight of a herd of wild elephants in rut, a lionís whelp were eager to pounce on
them. (267)
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Ãapple®„U •fl‚⁄U ‚ÈÁŸ Á‚fl œŸÈ ÷¢ªÊ – •Êÿ©U ÷ΪÈ∑ȧ‹ ∑§◊‹ ¬Ã¢ªÊH 1H
ŒappleÁπ ◊„Uˬ ‚∑§‹ ‚∑ȧøÊŸapple – ’Ê¡ ¤Ê¬≈U ¡ŸÈ ‹flÊ ‹È∑§ÊŸappleH
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÷Î∑ȧ≈UË ∑ȧÁ≈U‹ ŸÿŸ Á⁄U‚ ⁄UÊÃapple – ‚„U¡„È°U ÁøÃflà ◊Ÿ„È°U Á⁄U‚ÊÃappleH 3H
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∑§Á≈U ◊ÈÁŸ’‚Ÿ ÃÍŸ ŒÈß ’Ê°œapple¥ – œŸÈ ‚⁄U ∑§⁄U ∑ȧ∆UÊL§ ∑§‹ ∑§Ê°œapple¥H 4H
Cau.: kharabharu dekhi bikala pura når∂°, saba mili dehiÚ mah∂panha går∂°.
tehiÚ avasara suni siva dhanu bha≈gå, åyau bhægukula kamala pata≈gå.1.
dekhi mah∂pa sakala sakucåne, båja jhapa¢a janu lavå lukåne.
gauri sar∂ra bhµuti bhala bhråjå, bhåla bisåla tripu≈Œa biråjå.2.
s∂sa ja¢å sasibadanu suhåvå, risabasa kachuka aruna hoi åvå.
bhæku¢∂ ku¢ila nayana risa råte, sahajahu° citavata manahu° risåte.3.
bæabha ka≈dha ura båhu bisålå, cåru janeu måla mægachålå.
ka¢i munibasana tµuna dui bå°dhe°, dhanu sara kara ku¢håru kala kå° dhe°.4.
Seeing the uproar the women of the city were all distressed and joined in cursing the
princes. The very moment arrived the sage Para‹uråma, a very sun to the lotus-like race
of Bhægu, led by the news of the breaking of the bow. At his very sight the kings all cowered
down even as a quail would shrink beneath the swoop of a hawk. A coat of ashes looked
most charming on his fair body; his broad forehead was adorned with a TripuƒŒra (as
peculiar mark consisting of three horizontal lines, sacred to ›iva). Having matted locks on
the head, his handsome moonlike face was a bit reddened with anger; with knitted brows
and eyes inflamed with passion, his natural look gave one the impression that he was
enraged. He had well-built shoulders like those of a bull and a broad chest and long arms;
he was adorned with a beautiful sacred thread, rosary and deerskin. With an anchoriteís
covering about his loins and a pair of quivers fastened by his side, he held a bow and
arrows in his hands and an axe upon his fair shoulder. (1ó4)