Sri Rama Charita Manasa - Shri Sita Ram Foundation, USA

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asa kahi chåResi båna praca≈Œå, lachimana kie sakala sata kha≈Œå.
ko¢inha åyudha råvana Œåre, tila pravåna kari kå¢i nivåre.2.
puni nija bånanha k∂nha prahårå, sya≈danu bha≈ji sårath∂ mårå.
sata sata sara måre dasa bhålå, giri sæ≈ganha janu prabisahiÚ byålå.3.
puni sata sara mårå ura måh∂°, pareu dharani tala sudhi kachu nåh∂°.
u¢hå prabala puni muruchå jåg∂, chåRisi brahma d∂nhi jo så° g∂.4.
ìPooh! You are making the monkeys and bears your target, O vile wretch; look
at me, I am your death.î ìIt is you whom I have been looking for, you slayer of my son.
Today I will soothe my heart by killing you.î So saying he discharged a flight of fierce
arrows; but Lakmaƒa shivered them into a hundred pieces each. Nay, Råvaƒa hurled
upon him myriads of other missiles, but Lakmaƒa foiled them all by reducing them to
particles as small as sesamum seeds. Again, Lakmaƒa assailed him with his own
shafts, smashing his chariot and killing the charioteer. Nay, each of his ten heads he
transfixed with a hundred arrows, which seemed like serpents boring their way into the
peaks of a mountain. With a hundred arrows more he struck him in the breast: he fell
senseless to the ground. On regaining his consciousness the mighty demon rose again
and hurled a lance that had been bestowed on him by Brahmå (the Creator). (1ó4)
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Cha≈.: so brahma datta praca≈Œa sakti ana≈ta ura låg∂ sah∂,
paryo b∂ra bikala u¢håva dasamukha atula bala mahimå rah∂.
brahmå≈Œa bhavana biråja jåke° eka sira jimi raja kan∂,
tehi caha u¢håvana mµuRha råvana jåna nahiÚ tribhuana dhan∂.
That fierce lance, the gift of Brahmå, struck Lord Ananta (Lakmaƒa) right in the
breast and the hero dropped to the ground full of agony. The ten-headed monster tried
to lift the Prince and carry him off, but the glory of the demonís matchless strength
proved ineffective. How foolish it was on the part of Råvaƒa to have sought to lift him
on one of whose (thousand) heads rest all the spheres of the universe like a mere grain
of sand. He little knew that he was no other than the Lord of the three spheres.
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Do.: dekhi pavanasuta dhåyau bolata bacana ka¢hora,
åvata kapihi hanyo tehiÚ mu¢i prahåra praghora.83.
The son of the wind-god, who perceived this, rushed forward speaking harsh
words; but even as the monkey came near, the monster struck him a terrible blow with
his fist. (83)
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