Sri Rama Charita Manasa - Shri Sita Ram Foundation, USA

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host on Mount Suvela, the same merciful Lord, the glory of the solar race, sent to you
in your own interest an ambassador who, like a lion in the midst of a herd of elephants
trampled on your might in open court. Nay, He has for His servants most formidable
warriors like A∆gada and Hanumån, who are so dauntless in battle; and still, my beloved
lord, you speak of Him again and again as a mortal ! In vain do you carry on your head
the burden of pride, attachment and arrogance. Ah, my lord, you have turned hostile to
›r∂ Råma and, overtaken as you are by death, the light of wisdom does not dawn on your
mind. Death does not smite anyone with uplifted rod; he simply robs the victim of his
piety, strength, reason and judgment. He alone whom death has approached very near
falls a prey to delusion like you.î (1ó4)
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Do.: dui suta mare daheu pura ajahu° pµura piya dehu,
kæpåsi≈dhu raghunåtha bhaji nåtha bimala jasu lehu.37.
ìTwo of your sons have been slain and your capital has been burnt down; retrace
your step even now, my beloved. Adore the All-merciful Lord of the Raghus, my
husband, and win unsullied fame thereby.î (37)
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Cau.: nåri bacana suni bisikha samånå, sabhå° gayau u¢hi hota bihånå.
bai¢ha jåi si≈ghåsana phµul∂, ati abhimåna tråsa saba bhµul∂.1.
ihå° råma a≈gadahi bolåvå, åi carana pa≈kaja siru nåvå.
ati ådara sam∂pa bai¢hår∂, bole biha° si kæpåla kharår∂.2.
bålitanaya kautuka ati moh∂, tåta satya kahu pµuchau° toh∂.
råvanu jåtudhåna kula ¢∂kå, bhuja bala atula jåsu jaga l∂kå.3.
tåsu muku¢a tumha cåri calåe, kahahu tåta kavan∂ bidhi påe.
sunu sarbagya pranata sukhakår∂, muku¢a na hohiÚ bhµupa guna cår∂.4.
såma dåna aru da≈Œa bibhedå, næpa ura basahiÚ nåtha kaha bedå.
n∂ti dharma ke carana suhåe, asa jiya° jåni nåtha pahiÚ åe.5.
Hearing the words of his consort (Mandodar∂), which were piercing like a shaft, he
rose and left for his council-chamber as soon as the day broke. Forgetting all his fears
he went and occupied his throne bloated with excess of pride. At this end ›r∂ Råma