The Moon-god debauched his guru's wife: Nahusha mounted a palanquin borne by Brahmans; and who fell so low as Vena, the enemy of established usage and the Veda?
Sahasra-bāhu, Indra, Trisanku; all were brought to disgrace by the intoxication of kingly power. ‘Bharat has planned this clever scheme, so as not to leave himself a single enemy in the field; but in one point he has made a mistake, in despising Rāma as if he had no friends; he will discover this to-day with a vengeance, when he sees Rāma's indignant face in the battle.’ So saying, he forgot all prudence, and his whole body, so to speak, bristled with pugnacity. Falling at his lord's feet and putting the dust of them upon his head, he cried in tones of natural and honest vehemence: ‘My lord, think it not wrong of me; Bharat has tried me not a little; how long shall I endure to remain quiet, my lord being with me and my bow in my hand?’
If Bharat had not been born into the world, who was there on earth to be the champion of all right? Bharat’s good qualities are more than all the poets could describe; who save you, Raghunath, could comprehend them?” When Lakshman, Rama and Sita heard these words of the gods they were more glad than can be told. Now Bharat and all his host bathed in the sacred Mandakini. Then leaving the people on the bank and having asked permission from his mother, his guru and the minister, he set out to visit Sita and Raghurai with the Nishad king and his brother. As he thought upon his mother’s deeds he was abashed, and formed a thousand ill-conjectures in his mind: “What if Rama, Lakshman and Sita, on hearing my name, should leave the place and go elsewhere?
Sahasra-bāhu, Indra, Trisanku; all were brought to disgrace by the intoxication of kingly power. ‘Bharat has planned this clever scheme, so as not to leave himself a single enemy in the field; but in one point he has made a mistake, in despising Rāma as if he had no friends; he will discover this to-day with a vengeance, when he sees Rāma's indignant face in the battle.’ So saying, he forgot all prudence, and his whole body, so to speak, bristled with pugnacity. Falling at his lord's feet and putting the dust of them upon his head, he cried in tones of natural and honest vehemence: ‘My lord, think it not wrong of me; Bharat has tried me not a little; how long shall I endure to remain quiet, my lord being with me and my bow in my hand?’
If Bharat had not been born into the world, who was there on earth to be the champion of all right? Bharat’s good qualities are more than all the poets could describe; who save you, Raghunath, could comprehend them?” When Lakshman, Rama and Sita heard these words of the gods they were more glad than can be told. Now Bharat and all his host bathed in the sacred Mandakini. Then leaving the people on the bank and having asked permission from his mother, his guru and the minister, he set out to visit Sita and Raghurai with the Nishad king and his brother. As he thought upon his mother’s deeds he was abashed, and formed a thousand ill-conjectures in his mind: “What if Rama, Lakshman and Sita, on hearing my name, should leave the place and go elsewhere?