The Lord, whom the Veda cannot utter nor the saints comprehend, in his infinite compassion listened to the words of the Kirats, as a father to the voice of a child.
Chaupai
It is only love that Rama loves; understand this, ye who are men of understanding. He charmed all the foresters by his tender loving speeches. Having taken leave and bowed the head, they set forth, and discoursing on the way of their Lord’s perfections they reached their homes. In this fashion the two brothers and Sita dwelt in the forest, delighting gods and saints. From the time that Raghu-nayak took up his abode there, the wood became bounteous in blessing; every kind of tree blossomed and bore fruit; luxuriant creepers formed pleasant and beautiful canopies; as though the tree of paradise in all its native loveliness had abandoned the groves of heaven. Strings of bees made grateful buzzing, and a delicious air breathed soft, cool and fragrant.
The rivers, streams and torrents discoursed of the Mandakini. The mountains of the rising and the setting sun, Kailas, Mandar, Meru, home of all the gods, the crags of Himalaya, and all the hills there be, sang the glory of Chitra-kot. The delight of the gods was more than their soul could contain, to think it had won such renown without an effort.
Chaupai
It is only love that Rama loves; understand this, ye who are men of understanding. He charmed all the foresters by his tender loving speeches. Having taken leave and bowed the head, they set forth, and discoursing on the way of their Lord’s perfections they reached their homes. In this fashion the two brothers and Sita dwelt in the forest, delighting gods and saints. From the time that Raghu-nayak took up his abode there, the wood became bounteous in blessing; every kind of tree blossomed and bore fruit; luxuriant creepers formed pleasant and beautiful canopies; as though the tree of paradise in all its native loveliness had abandoned the groves of heaven. Strings of bees made grateful buzzing, and a delicious air breathed soft, cool and fragrant.
The rivers, streams and torrents discoursed of the Mandakini. The mountains of the rising and the setting sun, Kailas, Mandar, Meru, home of all the gods, the crags of Himalaya, and all the hills there be, sang the glory of Chitra-kot. The delight of the gods was more than their soul could contain, to think it had won such renown without an effort.
Dohâ 133
“Of highest merit and blessed indeed are all the birds, deer, creepers, trees and grasses of Chitra-kot,” so day and night cried the gods.
Chaupai
All creatures with eyes, who looked on Rama, felt with delight that now they had lived to some purpose. Things without life, touched by the dust of his feet, were gladdened by promotion to the highest sphere. The woods and rocks, all charming in themselves, were so blissful, so entirely the holiest of the holy, that how can I declare their glory, when they became the abode of the infinitely blessed, and when, leaving the Milky Ocean and deserting Avadh, Sita, Rama and Lakshman came there to dwell? The delights of the forest would be past telling even by a hundred thousand Seshnags. How then can I describe them, any more than a common hole tortoise could uplift Mount Mandar? In every thought, word and act Lakshman does him service, with an amiability and devotion more than can be told.
Dohâ 134
For ever gazing on the feet of Sita and Rama and conscious of their love for him, not even in his sleep did Lakshman dream of absent kindred, or father or mother, or home.
“Of highest merit and blessed indeed are all the birds, deer, creepers, trees and grasses of Chitra-kot,” so day and night cried the gods.
Chaupai
All creatures with eyes, who looked on Rama, felt with delight that now they had lived to some purpose. Things without life, touched by the dust of his feet, were gladdened by promotion to the highest sphere. The woods and rocks, all charming in themselves, were so blissful, so entirely the holiest of the holy, that how can I declare their glory, when they became the abode of the infinitely blessed, and when, leaving the Milky Ocean and deserting Avadh, Sita, Rama and Lakshman came there to dwell? The delights of the forest would be past telling even by a hundred thousand Seshnags. How then can I describe them, any more than a common hole tortoise could uplift Mount Mandar? In every thought, word and act Lakshman does him service, with an amiability and devotion more than can be told.
Dohâ 134
For ever gazing on the feet of Sita and Rama and conscious of their love for him, not even in his sleep did Lakshman dream of absent kindred, or father or mother, or home.