Through your grace, O Lord of the universe, I have now attained my desire; a firm faith in Râma has resulted and all my troubles are at an end.
Chaupâi.
This glorious dialogue between Sambhu and Umâ is fruitful in blessings and destructive of sorrow; it breaks the bonds of existence, refutes scepticism, delights the believer and is dear to all good men; there is nothing in the world equally dear to a worshipper of Râma. By Raghupati’s favour I have sung to the best of my ability His holy and gracious deeds. In this the last age of the world there is no other means of salvation, neither abstraction, sacrifice, prayer, penance, the paying of vows nor religious ceremonial. Think only of Râma, sing only of Râma, give ear only to Râma’s infinite perfections. Let the soul give over its perversity and worship Him whose special characteristic it is to sanctify the fallen, as is declared by saints and seers, by Veda and Purânas; is there any one who has worshipped Râma and not found salvation?
Chhand 12.
Chaupâi.
This glorious dialogue between Sambhu and Umâ is fruitful in blessings and destructive of sorrow; it breaks the bonds of existence, refutes scepticism, delights the believer and is dear to all good men; there is nothing in the world equally dear to a worshipper of Râma. By Raghupati’s favour I have sung to the best of my ability His holy and gracious deeds. In this the last age of the world there is no other means of salvation, neither abstraction, sacrifice, prayer, penance, the paying of vows nor religious ceremonial. Think only of Râma, sing only of Râma, give ear only to Râma’s infinite perfections. Let the soul give over its perversity and worship Him whose special characteristic it is to sanctify the fallen, as is declared by saints and seers, by Veda and Purânas; is there any one who has worshipped Râma and not found salvation?
Chhand 12.
Hearken, O dull of soul, is there any creature who has worshipped Râma,
the purifier of the fallen, and not found salvation? The wretches whom he has
redeemed are countless, such as the harlot Pingalâ and Ajâmil, the huntsman
Vâlmiki, the vulture Jatâyu and the elephant. An Abhir, a foreigner, a kirât,
a Khasia, or an outcast, embodiments of pollution as they are, are purified if
they but once repeat his name; O Râma, I adore Thee. Any one who reads, or
hears, or recites this history of the glorious son of Raghu washes out the stains
of the world and the stains of his own soul and without any trouble goes straight
to Râma’s sphere in heaven. Any one who, appreciating their beauty, learns
by heart five or six stanzas is delivered by the blessed Raghu-bîr from all the
disturbances created by the five over whose councils the monster Ignorance
presides. Râma alone is all-beautiful, all-wise, full of compassion and of loving
kindness for the destitute, disinterested in his benevolence and the bestower of
final deliverance: whom else can I desire? There is no other lord like Râma,
by whose favour, however slight, even I, the dull-witted Tulsi Dâs, have found
perfect peace.
the purifier of the fallen, and not found salvation? The wretches whom he has
redeemed are countless, such as the harlot Pingalâ and Ajâmil, the huntsman
Vâlmiki, the vulture Jatâyu and the elephant. An Abhir, a foreigner, a kirât,
a Khasia, or an outcast, embodiments of pollution as they are, are purified if
they but once repeat his name; O Râma, I adore Thee. Any one who reads, or
hears, or recites this history of the glorious son of Raghu washes out the stains
of the world and the stains of his own soul and without any trouble goes straight
to Râma’s sphere in heaven. Any one who, appreciating their beauty, learns
by heart five or six stanzas is delivered by the blessed Raghu-bîr from all the
disturbances created by the five over whose councils the monster Ignorance
presides. Râma alone is all-beautiful, all-wise, full of compassion and of loving
kindness for the destitute, disinterested in his benevolence and the bestower of
final deliverance: whom else can I desire? There is no other lord like Râma,
by whose favour, however slight, even I, the dull-witted Tulsi Dâs, have found
perfect peace.