Hinduism

Tulsidas, Ramayana, Bâl-kând, Dohâ 280

Do not bring distress upon your father and mother: my cruel axe has ripped up even unborn infants in the womb.
Lakshman replied with a quiet smile:—“Ah! holy sir, you think yourself a great warrior indeed, and keep brandishing your axe before me, as if with a mere puff of breath you could blow away a mountain. But I am not a kumhar blossom that drops as soon as it sees a finger raised against it. When I perceived your axe and quiver and arrows, I spoke a little haughtily; but now that I see by your Brahmanical thread that you are of Bhrigu’s line, say what you like, and I will bear it patiently. In my family there is no waging battle against gods, or Brahmans, or devotees or cows; for to kill them is a crime and to be overcome by them a disgrace; and therefore I must throw myself at your feet even though you strike me. Your curse is as awful as a million thunderbolts, and your axe and bow and arrows are unnecessary.

Source The Râmâyana of Tulsi Dâs, trad. F. S. Growse, 1883, archive.org · Contents