Hinduism

Tulsidas, Ramayana, Lankâ-kând, Dohâ 1

O my soul, why dost thou not worship Râma, whose bow is Death and whose arrows are sharp, with whom the merest instant of time counts the same as an age and whose year is a cycle?
Soraihd 1
After hearing Ocean's speech, the lord Râma spoke and said to his ministers: “Why now delay? Make the bridge, that the army may pass over.” Jambavân clasped his hands and replied: “Hearken, pride of the solar race; your name, my Lord, is the bridge, by aid of which men cross the ocean of life.
Chaupdi
“What trouble then can there be about crossing this little stream?” Hearing this, the Son of the Wind added: “By my Lord's favour a fierce subterranean fire had before now dried up the depths of the sea, but it was filled again by the floods of tears shed by the widows of his foes, and that is what makes it salt.” On hearing Hanumân's ingenious speech, the monkeys gazed with rapture on Râma's person. Then Jambavân spoke to the two brothers Nala and Nila and explained to them all the circumstances: “Keep your thoughts fixed on Râma's Power and begin building the bridge; you will find no difficulty.” Again he addressed himself to the whole monkey host: “Hearken, all of you; I have one request to make; only impress upon your Soul Râma's lotus feet; and then you bears and monkeys will find the task a mere pastime. Away with you, my sturdy monkey troops, and bring hither heaps of trees and rocks.” On hearing this, the monkeys and bears set forth hurrahing, “Glory to Sâradâ and all his might!”
They plucked up and carried off in sport the biggest mountains and trees and brought them to Nala and Nila, who set to work to build the bridge.
Chaupdi
The enormous rocks, which the monkeys brought and gave them, were handled by Nala and Nila like mere pellets. When the All-merciful saw the charming construction of the bridge, he smiled and said: “This is a most exceedingly delightful spot: no words can tell its immeasurable dignity. I will set up here an image of Sambhu: I have a great desire at heart to do so.” On hearing this, the monkey king sent a number of messengers to summon and fetch all the great saints. After moulding a lingam in the prescribed manner and worshipping it, “there is none other,” he cried, “so dear to me as Siva. No man, though he call himself a votary of mine, if he offend Siva, can ever dream of really finding me. If he desire to serve me, in antagonism to Siva, his doom is hell; he is a fool of no understanding.

Source The Râmâyana of Tulsi Dâs, trad. F. S. Growse, 1883, archive.org · Contents