Sri Rama Charita Manasa - Shri Sita Ram Foundation, USA

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All the mothers were so overcome with joy and rapture that their feet refused to
walk and all their limbs began to droop as it were. Full of intense longing for a sight of
›r∂ Råma they began to get everything ready for the reception of their sons. Music of
every kind started playing, while Sumitrå gladly got together articles of good omen such
as turmeric, blades of Dµurvå grass, curds, ordinary leaves, flowers, betel-leaves, arecanuts,
auspicious roots, unbroken rice, sprouts of barley, Gorocana, parched paddy and
lovely blossoms of the Basil plant. Exceedingly charming gold vases, painted with
various colours, looked like nests built by Cupid's own birds. Auspicious perfumes defied
all description. In this way all the queens prepared all sorts of auspicious articles. They
got ready rows of lights arranged in various devices for waving round their sons and with
a cheerful heart sang melodious festal strains. (1ó4)
ŒÙ0ó∑§Ÿ∑§ ÕÊ⁄U ÷Á⁄U ◊¢ª‹Áã„U ∑§◊‹ ∑§⁄UÁã„U Á‹∞° ◊ÊÖ
ø‹Ë¥ ◊ÈÁŒÃ ¬Á⁄U¿UÁŸ ∑§⁄UŸ ¬È‹∑§ ¬À‹Áflà ªÊÃH 346H
Do.: kanaka thåra bhari ma≈galanhi kamala karanhi lie° måta,
cal∂° mudita parichani karana pulaka pallavita gåta.346.
Carrying in their lotus hands salvers of gold laden with articles of good omen, the
queen-mothers proceeded joyfully to greet their sons, every limb of their body throbbing
with emotion. (346)
øı0óœÍ¬ œÍ◊ Ÿ÷È ◊appleø∑§ ÷ÿ§ – ‚ÊflŸ ÉÊŸ ÉÊ◊¢«ÈU ¡ŸÈ ∆Uÿ§H
‚È⁄UÃL§ ‚È◊Ÿ ◊Ê‹ ‚È⁄U ’⁄U·®„U – ◊Ÿ„È°U ’‹Ê∑§ •flÁ‹ ◊ŸÈ ∑§⁄U·®„UH 1H
◊¢¡È‹ ◊ÁŸ◊ÿ ’¢ŒÁŸflÊ⁄appleU – ◊Ÿ„È°U ¬Ê∑§Á⁄U¬È øʬ ‚°flÊ⁄appleUH
¬˝ª≈U®„U ŒÈ⁄U®„U •≈Uã„U ¬⁄U ÷ÊÁ◊ÁŸ– øÊL§ ø¬‹ ¡ŸÈ Œ◊∑§®„U ŒÊÁ◊ÁŸH 2H
ŒÈ¢ŒÈÁ÷ œÈÁŸ ÉÊŸ ª⁄U¡ÁŸ ÉÊÙ⁄UÊ– ¡Êø∑§ øÊÃ∑§ ŒÊŒÈ⁄U ◊Ù⁄UÊH
‚È⁄U ‚Ȫ¢œ ‚ÈÁø ’⁄U·®„U ’Ê⁄UË – ‚ÈπË ‚∑§‹ ‚Á‚ ¬È⁄U Ÿ⁄U ŸÊ⁄UËH 3H
‚◊©U ¡ÊÁŸ ªÈ⁄U •Êÿ‚È ŒËã„UÊ – ¬È⁄U ¬˝’apple‚È ⁄ÉÊÈ∑ȧ‹◊ÁŸ ∑§Ëã„UÊH
‚ÈÁ◊Á⁄U ‚¢÷È ÁªÁ⁄U¡Ê ªŸ⁄UÊ¡Ê – ◊ÈÁŒÃ ◊„UˬÁà ‚Á„Uà ‚◊Ê¡ÊH 4H
Cau.: dhµupa dhµuma nabhu mecaka bhayaµu, såvana ghana ghama≈Œµu janu ¢hayaµu.
surataru sumana måla sura baraahiÚ, manahu° balåka avali manu karaahiÚ.1.
ma≈jula manimaya ba≈danivåre, manahu° påkaripu cåpa sa° våre.
praga¢ahiÚ durahiÚ a¢anha para bhåmini, cåru capala janu damakahiÚ dåmini.2.
du≈dubhi dhuni ghana garajani ghorå, jåcaka cåtaka dådura morå.
sura suga≈dha suci baraahiÚ bår∂, sukh∂ sakala sasi pura nara når∂.3.
samau jåni gura åyasu d∂nhå, pura prabesu raghukulamani k∂nhå.
sumiri sa≈bhµu girija ganaråjå, mudita mah∂pati sahita samåjå.4.
The sky became dark with the fumes of burning incense, as though overhung with
the fast gathering clouds of the month of ›råvaƒa (August). The gods rained down
wreaths of flowers from the trees of paradise, which looked like rows of herons in their
graceful flight. Lovely festoons made of Jewels looked like rainbows appearing in a row.
Charming ladies, appearing on house-tops as quickly as they went out of sight, looked
like the fitful flashes of lightning. The beat of drums resembled the crash of thunder; while
beggars were as clamorous as the Cåtaka birds, frogs and peacocks. The gods poured