Sri Rama Charita Manasa - Shri Sita Ram Foundation, USA

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manajåta kiråta nipåta kie, mæga loga kubhoga sarena hie.
hati nåtha anåthani påhi hare, biayå bana påva°ra bhµuli pare. 4 .
bahu roga biyoganhi loga hae, bhavada≈ghri nirådara ke phala e.
bhava si≈dhu agådha pare narate, pada pa≈kaja prema na je karate. 5 .
ati d∂na mal∂na dukh∂ nitah∂°, jinha ke° pada pa≈kaja pr∂ti nah∂°.
avala≈ba bhava≈ta kathå jinha ke° , priya sa≈ta ana≈ta sadå tinha ke° .6.
nahiÚ råga na lobha na måna madå, tinha ke° sama baibhava bå bipadå.
ehi te tava sevaka hota mudå, muni tyågata joga bharosa sadå. 7 .
kari prema nira≈tara nema lie° , pada pa≈kaja sevata suddha hie° .
sama måni nirådara ådarah∂, saba sa≈ta sukh∂ bicara≈ti mah∂. 8 .
muni månasa pa≈kaja bhæ≈ga bhaje, raghub∂ra mahå ranadh∂ra aje.
tava nåma japåmi namåmi har∂, bhava roga mahågada måna ar∂. 9 .
guna s∂la kæpå paramåyatana≈, pranamåmi nira≈tara ‹r∂ramana≈.
raghuna≈da nika≈daya dva≈dvaghana≈, mahipåla bilokaya d∂najana≈.10.
ìHail to You, Råma, Ramåís (S∂tåís) Spouse, Reliever of the afflictions of worldly
existence ! Protect this servant, who is obsessed with the fear of transmigration. O
King of Ayodhyå, Ruler of the gods, Lord of Lakm∂, all-pervading Master! Having fled
to You for refuge, I implore You: pray, extend Your protection to Me. By disposing
of Råvaƒa who possessed as many as ten heads and twenty arms. You rid the earth
of many a severe scourge. The hosts of demons were a veritable swarm of moths
that were reduced to ashes by the fierce glow of Your fire-like arrows. An exceedingly
beautiful jewel of the terrestrial globe, You have armed Yourself with an excellent bow,
arrows and quiver. You are a radiant sun as it were to disperse the thick darkness
prevailing in the night of pride, gross ignorance and attachment. The hunter in the form
of lust has laid low the human deer by piercing his heart with the shafts of evil desire:
O Lord ! pray, kill the hunter and thus save the life of these poor helpless creatures,
lost as they are in the wilderness of sensuality, O Hari ! People are stricken with a
host of diseases and bereavements, which are surely the result of neglecting Your
feet. Those men who cherish no love for your lotus-feet continue to drift in the fathomless
ocean of mundane existence. They are ever most wretched, impure and unhappy, who
have no devotion to Your lotus-feet. On the other hand, they who derive their sustenance
from Your stories hold the saints and the eternal Lord (Yourself) as constantly dear
to them. They are free from passion, greed, pride and arrogance; prosperity and
adversity are alike to them. That is why sages give up forever all faith in Yoga (mental
discipline) and gladly become Your servants. With a pure heart and under a solemn
pledge they constantly and lovingly adore Your lotus-feet. Regarding honour and
ignominy alike, all such saints move about happily on earth. O Hero of Raghuís line,
invincible and exceedingly staunch in battle, indwelling as a bee the lotus heart of sages,
I take refuge in You. I repeat Your Name and bow to You, O Hari; You are a sovereign
remedy for the disease of birth and death and an enemy of pride. I constantly greet
You, Lakm∂ís Spouse, supreme abode of goodness, amiability and compassion. O
Delight of the Raghus, put an end to all pairs of contrary experiences (such as joy
and sorrow, pleasure and pain, attraction and repulsion, etc.); O Ruler of the earth,
just cast a glance on this humble servant. (1ó10)