It was by the saint's favour, I vow, my son, that God averted from you countless calamities, while you and your brother guarded the sacrifice; and by your guru's blessing you acquired all knowledge. At the touch of the dust of your feet the hermit's wife attained to salvation: the whole world is filled with your glory; in the assembly of princes you broke Siva's bow, though hard as a tortoise-shell or a thunderbolt; you have won universal glory and renown and Janaki for your bride, and have now with your brothers returned home married. All your actions are more than human; it is only by Visvamitra's good favour that you have prospered. To-day my birth into the world has borne fruit, now that I see your moonlike face, my son. The days that were spent without seeing you God ought not to take into account at all.
Râma in most modest phrase reassured the royal dames, and meditating on the feet of Sambhu and his guru and all Brâhmans, he closed his eyes in sleep.
As he slept, his pretty and piquant little mouth gleamed like a red lotus, half closed at eventide. In every house women kept vigil and jested with one another in auspicious wise. The city was so brilliant, nay, so brilliant the night itself, that the queens cried “See girls, see.” The matrons slept with the beauteous brides enfolded in their arms, as lovingly as a serpent would clasp to his bosom the precious jewel from inside its head. At the holy hour of dawn the lord awoke ere Chanticleer had well begun to crow. Minstrels and bards proclaimed his praises and the citizens flocked to the gate to do him homage. The four brothers saluted the Brâhmans, the gods, their guru, and their father and mother, and gladly received their blessing, and while the queens reverentially gazed upon their face advanced with the king to the door.
Râma in most modest phrase reassured the royal dames, and meditating on the feet of Sambhu and his guru and all Brâhmans, he closed his eyes in sleep.
As he slept, his pretty and piquant little mouth gleamed like a red lotus, half closed at eventide. In every house women kept vigil and jested with one another in auspicious wise. The city was so brilliant, nay, so brilliant the night itself, that the queens cried “See girls, see.” The matrons slept with the beauteous brides enfolded in their arms, as lovingly as a serpent would clasp to his bosom the precious jewel from inside its head. At the holy hour of dawn the lord awoke ere Chanticleer had well begun to crow. Minstrels and bards proclaimed his praises and the citizens flocked to the gate to do him homage. The four brothers saluted the Brâhmans, the gods, their guru, and their father and mother, and gladly received their blessing, and while the queens reverentially gazed upon their face advanced with the king to the door.