“My father’s promise, my mother’s schemes, my brother Bharat’s coronation, and my own meeting with you, my lord, are all blessings that only past merit can have won for me.
In beholding your feet, holy sir, all my good deeds are rewarded. Now, wherever it may be your order, and no anchorite be troubled—for those monarchs burn, even though there be no fire, who vex either saint or ascetic: the satisfaction of a Brahman is the root of all happiness, while his wrath consumes a thousand generations—tell me then some place to which I can go with Sita and Sumitra’s son, and there build a pretty hut of grass and twigs and rest awhile, kind sir.”
On hearing his ingenious speech, the allwise seer exclaimed: “True, true! It is only natural for you so to speak, pride of the Raghu line, guardian of the eternal bride of Revelation.
Guardian of the bridge of Revelation, you, O Rama, are the lord of the universe and Janaki is Maya, who at Your gracious will creates, preserves, or destroys the world. And Lakshman is the thousand-headed serpent lord, the supporter of the world with all that it contains, living or lifeless, who in behalf of the gods has taken a kingly form and goes forth to rout the demon host.
Your semblance, O Rama, transcends speech and is beyond conception, all-pervading, unutterable, illimitable, undefinable even by the Scriptures.
In beholding your feet, holy sir, all my good deeds are rewarded. Now, wherever it may be your order, and no anchorite be troubled—for those monarchs burn, even though there be no fire, who vex either saint or ascetic: the satisfaction of a Brahman is the root of all happiness, while his wrath consumes a thousand generations—tell me then some place to which I can go with Sita and Sumitra’s son, and there build a pretty hut of grass and twigs and rest awhile, kind sir.”
On hearing his ingenious speech, the allwise seer exclaimed: “True, true! It is only natural for you so to speak, pride of the Raghu line, guardian of the eternal bride of Revelation.
Guardian of the bridge of Revelation, you, O Rama, are the lord of the universe and Janaki is Maya, who at Your gracious will creates, preserves, or destroys the world. And Lakshman is the thousand-headed serpent lord, the supporter of the world with all that it contains, living or lifeless, who in behalf of the gods has taken a kingly form and goes forth to rout the demon host.
Your semblance, O Rama, transcends speech and is beyond conception, all-pervading, unutterable, illimitable, undefinable even by the Scriptures.
You look on at the drama of life, and Brahma, Hari and Sambhu are Your puppets. Even they know not your secret, and who else could discover You? He only knows You to whom you have vouchsafed knowledge; and he who knows You becomes one with You. It is by Your grace, O Raghunandan, that Your votaries learn to know You, soothing sandal-wood of the devout soul. Your body is pure intelligence and bliss, devoid of change, as they know who have found You. In behalf of the saints and the gods You have taken a human body and speak and act like an ordinary king. Fools are bewildered, but the wise rejoice, as they see or hear of Your doings; whatever you say or do is true, and we can only play such parts as you set us.