“Hearken, O jewel and crown of kings; there is no man so blest as you, who have for sons Rama and Lakshman, who are the glory of the whole world.
There is no need to ask your sons who they are; lion-hearted heroes who irradiate the three spheres. Before their glory and renown the moon is dim and the sun is cold. Why say, my lord, how they were recognized? Does one take a lamp in his hand in order to see the sun? The countless kings at Sita’s marriage, great warriors as they were, all shrunk away one after the other; for not one of them could stir Sambhu’s bow, but all failed, those mighty princes. The power of the haughtiest champions in the three worlds was crushed by it. Though Banasur could uproot Mount Meru, even he confessed himself beaten, and retired after pacing around it; and he who in sport uplifted Ravan was worsted in this assembly.
There is no need to ask your sons who they are; lion-hearted heroes who irradiate the three spheres. Before their glory and renown the moon is dim and the sun is cold. Why say, my lord, how they were recognized? Does one take a lamp in his hand in order to see the sun? The countless kings at Sita’s marriage, great warriors as they were, all shrunk away one after the other; for not one of them could stir Sambhu’s bow, but all failed, those mighty princes. The power of the haughtiest champions in the three worlds was crushed by it. Though Banasur could uproot Mount Meru, even he confessed himself beaten, and retired after pacing around it; and he who in sport uplifted Ravan was worsted in this assembly.