Sri Rama Charita Manasa - Shri Sita Ram Foundation, USA

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pare bhµumi jimi nabha te° bhµudhara, he¢ha dåbi kapi bhålu nisåcara.
tåsu teja prabhu badana samånå, sura muni sabahiÚ aca≈bhava månå.4.
sura du≈dubh∂° bajåvahiÚ haraahiÚ, astuti karahiÚ sumana bahu baraahiÚ.
kari binat∂ sura sakala sidhåe, teh∂ samaya devarii åe.5.
gaganopari hari guna gana gåe, rucira b∂rarasa prabhu mana bhåe.
begi hatahu khala kahi muni gae, råma samara mahi sobhata bhae.6.
Perceiving the gods much alarmed, the All-merciful pulled the string of His bow
right up to His ear and blocked the demonís mouth with a flight of His arrows; yet he did
not fall to the ground, most powerful as he was. With his mouth full of arrows he rushed
forward like a living quiver of Death Himself. Then the Lord in His wrath took a sharp
arrow and struck his head right off his body. The head dropped in front of his ten-headed
brother, who was filled with agony at its sight like a snake that has lost its crest-jewel.
The earth sunk beneath the weight of the terrible trunk that still sprinted there; thereupon
the Lord cut it in two. The two pieces fell to the ground like a pair of mountains dropped
from the heavens, crushing beneath them monkeys, bears and demons alike. His soul
entered the Lordís mouth in the form of a mass of light, to the astonishment of gods,
sages and all. The gods sounded their kettle-drums in great exultation, extolled the Lord
and rained down flowers in profusion. Having prayed to the Lord, all the gods went their
way. Just at that moment arrived the celestial sage, Nårada. Standing high in the air he
sang ›r∂ Hariís praises in a delightful heroic strain, which pleased the Lordís soul. The
sage departed with the words ìPray, despatch this wretch (Råvaƒa) quickly.î ›r∂ Råma
shone forth on the field of battle. (1ó6)
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Cha≈.: sa≈gråma bhµumi biråja raghupati atula bala kosala dhan∂,
‹rama bi≈du mukha råj∂va locana aruna tana sonita kan∂.
bhuja jugala pherata sara saråsana bhålu kapi cahu disi bane,
kaha dåsa tulas∂ kahi na saka chabi sea jehi ånana ghane.
The Lord of the Raghus, the king of Kosala, who was matchless in strength, shone
resplendent on the field of battle in the midst of bears and monkeys, with drops of
perspiration on His face, His lotus eyes turned red and His person specked with
particles of blood, and both His hands busy playing with His bow and arrow. Even ›ea
(the serpent-god), says Tulas∂dåsa, could not describe the Lordís beauty despite his
numerous tongues.
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Do.: nisicara adhama malåkara tåhi d∂nha nija dhåma,
girijå te nara ma≈damati je na bhajahiÚ ‹r∂råma.71.