Sri Rama Charita Manasa - Shri Sita Ram Foundation, USA

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ìI adjure you, my darling, to bathe quickly and take some sweet dish of your
choice. See your father after that, my boy; for I protest it is already too late.î Even on
hearing these most agreeable words of His mother, which were blossoms as it were of
the celestial tree of affection, laden with the honey of joy and fountains of worldly
prosperity, the bee of ›r∂ Råmaís mind could not be lured by their charm. A champion
of righteousness that He was, He clearly discerned the path of duty and spoke to His
mother in exceedingly polite terms. ìFather has bestowed on me the kingdom of the
forest, where there will be great opportunities for me in everyway. Therefore, grant me
leave with a cheerful heart, so that my journey to the forest may be attended with joy and
blessing. Be not obsessed with erroneous fears due to affection, dear mother; by your
goodwill I shall be ever happy.î (1ó4)
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Do.: baraa cåridasa bipina basi kari pitu bacana pramåna,
åi påya puni dekhihau° manu jani karasi malåna.53.
ìSpending four years and ten in the forest and having obeyed my fatherís
commands I will come back and behold your feet again; be not sad at heart.î (53)
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∑§Á„U Ÿ ¡Êß ∑§¿ÈU NUŒÿ Á’·ÊŒÍ – ◊Ÿ„È°U ◊ÎªË ‚ÈÁŸ ∑apple§„Á⁄U ŸÊŒÍH
ŸÿŸ ‚¡‹ ß Õ⁄U Õ⁄U ∑§Ê°¬Ë – ◊Ê¡Á„U πÊß ◊ËŸ ¡ŸÈ ◊ʬËH 2H
œÁ⁄U œË⁄U¡È ‚Èà ’ŒŸÈ ÁŸ„UÊ⁄UË – ªŒªŒ ’øŸ ∑§„UÁà ◊„UÃÊ⁄UËH
ÃÊà Á¬ÃÁ„U ÃÈê„U ¬˝ÊŸÁ¬•Ê⁄appleU – ŒappleÁπ ◊ÈÁŒÃ ÁŸÃ øÁ⁄Uà ÃÈê„UÊ⁄appleUH 3H
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ÃÊà ‚ÈŸÊfl„ÈU ◊ÙÁ„U ÁŸŒÊŸÍ – ∑§Ù ÁŒŸ∑§⁄U ∑ȧ‹ ÷ÿ©U ∑Χ‚ÊŸÍH 4H
Cau.: bacana bin∂ta madhura raghubara ke, sara sama lage måtu ura karake.
sahami sµukhi suni s∂tali bån∂, jimi javåsa pare° påvasa pån∂.1.
kahi na jåi kachu hædaya biådµu, manahu° mæg∂ suni kehari nådµu.
nayana sajala tana thara thara kå° p∂, måjahi khåi m∂na janu måp∂.2.
dhari dh∂raju suta badanu nihår∂, gadagada bacana kahati mahatår∂.
tåta pitahi tumha prånapiåre, dekhi mudita nita carita tumhåre.3.
råju dena kahu° subha dina sådhå, kaheu jåna bana kehiÚ aparådhå.
tåta sunåvahu mohi nidånµu, ko dinakara kula bhayau kæsånµu.4.
The gentle and sweet words of ›r∂ Råma (the Chief of the Raghus) pierced the
motherís heart and rankled there. Alarmed to hear His serene speech she turned pale in
the same way as the Yavåsaka plant is blasted by a shower in the monsoon. The agony
of her heart was beyond description like that of a doe that has heard a lionís roar. Her
eyes were wet with tears and her body violently shook like a fish that had got inebriated
by sucking the scum raised by the first monsoon shower. Recovering herself and looking
her son in the face the mother spoke in faltering accents, ìMy boy, you are dear as life
to your father, to whom it is a constant delight to watch your doings from day to day. He