Prakarana 2

Verse 24 (दोहा/सोरठा)

पुनि प्रभु हरषि सत्रुहन भेंटे हृदयँ लगाइ। लछिमन भरत मिले तब परम प्रेम दोउ भाइ।।5।।

puni prabhu haraṣi satruhana bheṇṭe hṛdayã lagāi. lachimana bharata mile taba parama prema dou bhāi..5..

Then the Lord, rejoicing, embraced Shatrughna and pressed him to his heart. Thereupon Lakshmana and Bharata met as well—two brothers joined in the highest love.

Verse 25 (चौपाई)

भरतानुज लछिमन पुनि भेंटे। दुसह बिरह संभव दुख मेटे।। सीता चरन भरत सिरु नावा। अनुज समेत परम सुख पावा।। प्रभु बिलोकि हरषे पुरबासी। जनित बियोग बिपति सब नासी।। प्रेमातुर सब लोग निहारी। कौतुक कीन्ह कृपाल खरारी।। अमित रूप प्रगटे तेहि काला। जथाजोग मिले सबहि कृपाला।। कृपादृष्टि रघुबीर बिलोकी। किए सकल नर नारि बिसोकी।। छन महिं सबहि मिले भगवाना। उमा मरम यह काहुँ न जाना।। एहि बिधि सबहि सुखी करि रामा। आगें चले सील गुन धामा।। कौसल्यादि मातु सब धाई। निरखि बच्छ जनु धेनु लवाई।।

bharatānuja lachimāna puni bheṇṭe. dusaha biraha saṁbhava dukha meṭe.. sītā carana bharata siru nāvā. anuj sameta parama sukha pāvā.. prabhu biloki haraṣe purabāsī. janita biyoga bipati saba nāsī.. prema-ātura saba loga nihārī. kautuka kīnha kṛpāla kharārī.. amita rūpa pragaṭe tehi kālā. jathāyoga mile sabahi kṛpālā.. kṛpā-dṛṣṭi raghubīra bilokī. kie sakala nara nāri bisokī.. chana mahĩ sabahi mile bhagavānā. umā marama yaha kāhũ na jānā.. ehi bidhi sabahi sukhī kari rāmā. āgẽ cale sīla guna dhāmā.. kausalyādi mātu saba dhāī. nirakhi baccha janu dhenu lavāī..

Bharata’s younger brother Lakshmana embraced him again, and the unbearable grief born of separation was wiped away. Bharata bowed his head at Sita’s feet, and with his younger brothers found supreme joy. Seeing the Lord, the townsfolk rejoiced; every calamity produced by their long parting vanished. All, distressed with love, kept gazing; the compassionate slayer of Khara worked a marvel. At that moment immeasurable forms appeared, and the merciful Lord met each one as befitted them. With a glance of grace from heroic Raghuvira, every man and woman was made free of sorrow. In an instant the Lord met them all—O Uma, none understands this mystery. Thus Rama made everyone happy and moved on, the very abode of courtesy and virtue. Then Kausalya and the other mothers ran forward; seeing their child, they lowed like cows calling to their calves.

Verse 26 (छंद)

जनु धेनु बालक बच्छ तजि गृहँ चरन बन परबस गईं। दिन अंत पुर रुख स्त्रवत थन हुंकार करि धावत भई। अति प्रेम सब मातु भेटीं बचन मृदु बहुबिधि कहे। गइ बिषम बियोग भव तिन्ह हरष सुख अगनित लहे॥

janu dhenu bālaka baccha taji gṛhã carana bana parabasa gaī̃. dina anta pura rukha stravata thana huṅkāra kari dhāvata bhaī.. ati prema saba mātu bheṭī̃ bacana mṛdu bahubidhi kahe. gaī biṣama biyoga bhava tinh haraṣa sukha aganita lahe..

As a cow, forced away from her calf and home to graze in the forest, at day’s end turns toward the town—her udders dripping—and, lowing aloud, comes running: so did all the mothers, in overflowing love, embrace their sons and speak gentle words in many ways. The cruel anguish born of separation departed, and they obtained immeasurable joy and delight.

Verse 27 (दोहा/सोरठा)

भेटेउ तनय सुमित्राँ राम चरन रति जानि। रामहि मिलत कैकेई हृदयँ बहुत सकुचानि।।6(क)।। लछिमन सब मातन्ह मिलि हरषे आसिष पाइ। कैकेइ कहँ पुनि पुनि मिले मन कर छोभु न जाइ।।6।।

bheṭeu tanaya sumitrā̃ rāma carana rati jāni. rāmahi milata kaikeī hṛdayã bahuta sakucāni..6(ka).. lachimāna saba mātanhi mili haraṣe āsiṣa pāi. kaikei kahã puni puni mile mana kara chobhu na jāi..6..

Sumitra met her son, knowing his heart’s devotion to Rama’s feet. But when Kaikeyi met Rama, she was deeply abashed within. Lakshmana met all the mothers together and, rejoicing, received their blessings; yet toward Kaikeyi he met again and again, and the agitation of his heart would not subside.

Verse 28 (चौपाई)

सासुन्ह सबनि मिली बैदेही। चरनन्हि लागि हरषु अति तेही।। deहिं असीस बूझि कुसलाता। होइ अचल तुम्हार अहिवाता।। सब रघुपति मुख कमल बिलोकहिं। मंगल जानि नयन जल रोकहिं।। कनक थार आरति उतारहिं। बार बार प्रभु गात निहारहिं।। नाना भाँति निछावरि करहीं। परमानंद हरष उर भरहीं।। कौसल्या पुनि पुनि रघुबीरहि। चितवति कृपासिंधु रनधीरहि।। हृदयँ बिचारति बारहिं बारा। कवन भाँति लंकापति मारा।। अति सुकुमार जुगल मेरे बारे। निसिचर सुभट महाबल भारे।।

sāsunhaṁ sabani milī baidehī | carananhi lāgi haraṣu ati tehī || dehiṁ asīsa būjhi kusalātā | hoi acala tumhār ahi-vātā || saba raghupati mukha-kamala bilokahiṁ | maṅgala jāni nayana-jala rokahiṁ || kanaka thāra ārati utārahiṁ | bāra-bāra prabhu gāta nihārahiṁ || nānā bhāँti nichāvari karahīṁ | paramānanda haraṣa ura bharahīṁ || kausalya puni-puni raghubīrahi | citavati kṛpā-siṁdhu raṇadhīrahi || hṛdayaṁ bicārati bārahiṁ-bārā | kavan bhāँti laṅkāpati mārā || ati sukumāra jugala mere bāre | nisicara subhaṭa mahābala bhāre ||

All the elder ladies (the mothers-in-law’s side) came together to meet Vaidehī; she bowed at their feet, and they were filled with exceeding joy. They gave their blessings and asked after her welfare: “May your auspicious married fortune remain ever unbroken.” All gazed upon the lotus-face of Raghupati; recognizing it as the very sign of good fortune, they could not restrain their tears. They performed ārati with golden trays, and again and again looked upon the Lord’s limbs. In many ways they waved offerings in loving propitiation, their hearts brimming with supreme bliss. Kausalyā, time and again, looked upon Raghubīr—the ocean of compassion, the hero of battle. In her heart she pondered repeatedly: “In what manner did he slay the lord of Laṅkā? My pair is so tender and delicate—while the demon-champions were mighty and strong.”

Verse 29 (दोहा/सोरठा)

लछिमन अरु सीता सहित प्रभुहि बिलोकति मातु। परमानंद मगन मन पुनि पुनि पुलकित गातु।।7।।

lachimana aru sītā sahita prabhahi bilokati mātu | paramānanda magana mana puni-puni pulakita gātu ||7||

The Mother, beholding the Lord together with Lakshmaṇa and Sītā, was absorbed in supreme bliss; again and again her whole frame thrilled with rapture.

Verse 30 (चौपाई)

लंकापति कपीस नल नीला। जामवंत अंगद सुभसीला।। हनुमदादि सब बानर बीरा। धरे मनोहर मनुज सरीरा।। भरत सनेह सील ब्रत नेमा। सादर सब बरनहिं अति प्रेमा।। देखि नगरबासिन्ह कै रीती। सकल सराहहि प्रभु पद प्रीती।। पुनि रघुपति सब सखा बोलाए। मुनि पद लागहु सकल सिखाए।। गुर बसिष्ट कुलपूज्य हमारे। इन्ह की कृपाँ दनुज रन मारे।। ए सब सखा सुनहु मुनि मेरे। भए समर सागर कहँ बेरे।। मम हित लागि जन्म इन्ह हारे। भरतहु ते मोहि अधिक पिआरे।। सुनि प्रभु बचन मगन सब भए। निमिष निमिष उपजत सुख नए।।

laṅkāpati kapīsa nala nīlā | jāṁvanta aṅgada subhasīlā || hanumadādi saba bānara bīrā | dhare manohara manuja sarīrā || bharata saneha sīla brata nemā | sādara saba baranahiṁ ati premā || dekhi nagara-bāsinhi kai rītī | sakala sarāhahi prabhu pada prītī || puni raghupati saba sakhā bolāe | muni pada lāgahu sakala sikhāe || guru basiṣṭha kula-pūjya hamāre | inha kī kṛpāँ danuja rana māre || e saba sakhā sunahu muni mere | bhae samara-sāgara kahaँ bere || mama hita lāgi janma inha hāre | bharatahu te mohi adhika piāre || suni prabhu bacana magana saba bhae | nimiṣa nimiṣa upajata sukha nae ||

The lord of Laṅkā, the lord of the monkeys, Nala and Nīla, Jāmbavān and noble Angada; Hanumān and all the other heroic monkeys—assuming charming human forms— Bharata, with love, virtue, vows, and disciplined observances, lovingly described them all with reverence. Seeing the ways of the townsfolk, all praised their love for the Lord’s feet. Then Raghupati called all his companions and instructed them: “Bow at the sage’s feet.” “Guru Vasiṣṭha is our family’s revered preceptor; by his grace the demons were slain in battle. O friends, listen to my sage: when did you ever become an ocean of war? For my good you have spent your very births; to me you are dearer even than Bharata.” Hearing the Lord’s words, all were absorbed in delight; at every moment new happiness arose.

Verse 31 (दोहा/सोरठा)

कौसल्या के चरनन्हि पुनि तिन्ह नायउ माथ।। आसिष दीन्हे हरषि तुम्ह प्रिय मम जिमि रघुनाथ।।8(क)।। सुमन बृष्टि नभ संकुल भवन चले सुखकंद। चढ़ी अटारिन्ह देखहिं नगर नारि नर बृंद।।8(ख)।।

kausalya ke carananhi puni tinh nāyu mātha | āsisa dīnhe haraṣi tumha priya mama jimi raghunātha ||8(ka)|| sumana bṛṣṭi nabha saṅkula bhavana cale sukhakaṁda | caṛhī aṭārinhi dekha-hiṁ nagara nāri nara bṛṁda ||8(kha)||

Again they bowed their heads at Kausalyā’s feet. Rejoicing, she bestowed her blessing: “You are dear to me as Raghunāth himself.” A shower of flowers made the sky dense; the Source of joy proceeded to the palace. Men and women in crowds climbed to the terraces to behold the city’s spectacle.

Verse 32 (चौपाई)

कंचन कलस बिचित्र सँवारे। सबहिं धरे सजि निज निज द्वारे।। बंदनवार पताका केतू। सबन्हि बनाए मंगल हेतू।। बीथीं सकल सुगंध सिंचाई। गजमनि रचि बहु चौक पुराई।। नाना भाँति सुमंगल साजे। हरषि नगर निसान बहु बाजे।। जहँ तहँ नारि निछावर करहीं। देहिं असीस हरष उर भरहीं।। कंचन थार आरती नाना। जुबती सजें करहिं सुभ गाना।। करहिं आरती आरतिहर कें। रघुकुल कमल बिपिन दिनकर कें।। पुर सोभा संपति कल्याना। निगम सेष सारदा बखाना।। तेउ यह चरित देखि ठगि रहहीं। उमा तासु गुन नर किमि कहहीं।।

kaṁcana kalasa bicitra saṁvāre | sabahiṁ dhare saji nija-nija dvāre || baṁdanavāra patākā ketū | sabanhi banāe maṅgala hetū || bīthīṁ sakala sugandha siṁcāī | gajamani raci bahu cauka purāī || nānā bhāँti sumaṅgala sāje | haraṣi nagara nisāna bahu bāje || jahaँ-tahaँ nāri nichāvari karahīṁ | dehiṁ asīsa haraṣa ura bharahīṁ || kaṁcana thāra āratī nānā | jubatī sajaṁ kara-hiṁ subha gānā || karahiṁ āratī ārati-hara keṁ | raghukula kamala bipina dinakara keṁ || pura sobhā saṁpati kalyānā | nigama seṣa sāradā bakhānā || teu yaha carita dekhi ṭhagi rahahīṁ | umā tāsu guna nara kimi kahahīṁ ||

They adorned wondrous golden vessels and, duly prepared, set them at their respective doorways. They made festoons, flags, and banners—each for the sake of auspiciousness. All the streets were sprinkled with fragrance, and many courtyards were filled with ritual floor-designs. In diverse ways they arranged auspicious decorations; in joy, many ceremonial drums resounded through the city. Here and there women waved offerings and gave blessings, their hearts full of delight. With golden trays they performed many forms of ārati; adorned young women sang auspicious songs. They offered ārati to the Remover of distress, the sun to the lotus-grove of the Raghu line. The city’s splendor, prosperity, and well-being—even the Vedas, Śeṣa, and Sāradā proclaim. Seeing this sacred episode, even they remain amazed; O Umā, how could mere humans tell all his virtues?

Verse 33 (दोहा/सोरठा)

नारि कुमुदिनीं अवध सर रघुपति बिरह दिनेस। अस्त भएँ बिगसत भईं निरखि राम राकेस।।9(क)।। होहिं सगुन सुभ बिबिध बिधि बाजहिं गगन निसान। पुर नर नारि सनाथ करि भवन चले भगवान।।9(ख)।।

nāri kumudinīṁ avadha-sara raghupati biraha dinesa | asta bhaeṁ bigasata bhaīṁ nirakhi rāma rākesa ||9(ka)|| hohiṁ saguna subha bibidha bidhi bājahiṁ gagana nisāna | pura nara nāri sa-nātha kari bhavana cale bhagavāna ||9(kha)||

The women of Ayodhya were like night-lilies in the lake of the city; the sun of their separation from the Lord of Raghu had set, and, beholding Rama—the moon—they blossomed. Auspicious omens appeared in many ways; celestial drums resounded in the sky. Making the men and women of the city feel once more protected and possessed of their rightful lord, Bhagavan proceeded toward the palace.

Verse 34 (चौपाई)

प्रभु जानी कैकेई लजानी। प्रथम तासु गृह गए भवानी।। ताहि प्रबोधि बहुत सुख दीन्हा। पुनि निज भवन गवन हरि कीन्हा।। कृपासिंधु जब मंदिर गए। पुर नर नारि सुखी सब भए।। गुर बसिष्ट द्विज लिए बुलाई। आजु सुघरी सुदिन समुदाई।। सब द्विज देहु हरषि अनुसासन। रामचंद्र बैठहिं सिंघासन।। मुनि बसिष्ट के बचन सुहाए। सुनत सकल बिप्रन्ह अति भाए।। कहहिं बचन मृदु बिप्र अनेका। जग अभिराम राम अभिषेका।। अब मुनिबर बिलंब नहिं कीजे। महाराज कहँ तिलक करीजै।।

prabhu jānī kaikēī lajanī | prathama tāsu gṛha gae bhavānī || tāhi prabodhi bahuta sukha dīnhā | puni nija bhavana gavana hari kīnhā || kṛpāsiṁdhu jaba maṁdira gae | pura nara nāri sukhī saba bhae || gura basiṣṭha dvija liē bulāī | āju sugharī sudina samudāī || saba dvija dehu haraṣi anusāsana | rāmacandra baiṭhahiṁ siṁghāsana || muni basiṣṭha ke bacana suhāe | sunata sakala bipranha ati bhāe || kahahiṁ bacana mṛdu bipra anekā | jaga-abhirāma rāma abhiṣekā || aba munibara bilaṁba nahiṁ kīje | mahārāja kahaṁ tilaka karīje ||

Knowing that Kaikeyi was ashamed, Bhavani first went to her house; she instructed her and gave her great comfort, and then Hari returned to His own dwelling. When the ocean of compassion reached the palace, all the men and women of the city became happy. Guru Vasistha summoned the brahmins, for today a fair and auspicious day had gathered. ‘All you brahmins, joyfully grant your sanction,’ (he said), and Ramachandra sat upon the throne. The words of sage Vasistha were gracious; hearing them, all the brahmins were greatly pleased. Many brahmins spoke softly: ‘Let there be Rama’s consecration—Rama, the delight of the whole world. O best of sages, delay no longer; perform the royal tilak for the Maharaja.’

Verse 35 (दोहा/सोरठा)

तब मुनि कहेउ सुमंत्र सन सुनत चलेउ हरषाइ। रथ अनेक बहु बाजि गज तुरत सँवारे जाइ।।10(क)।। जहँ तहँ धावन पठइ पुनि मंगल द्रब्य मगाइ। हरष समेत बसिष्ट पद पुनि सिरु नायउ आइ।।10(ख)।।

taba muni kaheu sumaṁtra sana sunata caleu haraṣāi | ratha aneka bahu bāji gaja turata saṁvāre jāi ||10(ka)|| jahaṁ-tahaṁ dhāvana paṭhaī puni maṁgala drabya magāi | haraṣa sameta basiṣṭha pada puni siru nāyu āi ||10(kha)||

Then the sage spoke to Sumantra; hearing, he went forth rejoicing. At once he had many chariots, horses, and elephants made ready. He dispatched runners in every direction and had auspicious materials brought. Then, with joy, he returned and bowed his head again at Vasistha’s feet.

Verse 36 (चौपाई)

अवधपुरी अति रुचिर बनाई। देवन्ह सुमन बृष्टि झरि लाई।। राम कहा सेवकन्ह बुलाई। प्रथम सखन्ह अन्हवावहु जाई।। सुनत बचन जहँ तहँ जन धाए। सुग्रीवादि तुरत अन्हवाए।। पुनि करुनानिधि भरतु हँकारे। निज कर राम जटा निरुआरे।। अन्हवाए प्रभु तीनिउ भाई। भगत बछल कृपाल रघुराई।। भरत भाग्य प्रभु कोमलताई। सेष कोटि सत सकहिं न गाई।। पुनि निज जटा राम बिबराए। गुर अनुसासन मागि नहाए।। करि मज्जन प्रभु भूषन साजे। अंग अनंग देखि सत लाजे।।

avadhapurī ati rucira banāī | devanha sumana bṛṣṭi jhari lāī || rāma kahā sevakanha bulāī | prathama sakhanha anhavāvahu jāī || sunata bacana jahaṁ-tahaṁ jana dhāe | sugrīvādi turata anhavāe || puni karunānidhi bharatu haṁkāre | nija kara rāma jaṭā nirūāre || anhavāe prabhu tīniu bhāī | bhagata bachala kṛpāla raghurāī || bharata bhāgya prabhu komalatāī | seṣa koṭi sata sakahiṁ na gāī || puni nija jaṭā rāma bibarāe | gura anusāsana māgi nahāe || karī majjana prabhu bhūṣana sāje | aṁga anaṁga dekhi sata lāje ||

Ayodhya was made exceedingly beautiful; the gods brought down a shower of flowers. Rama summoned the servants and said, ‘Go first and have my friends bathed.’ Hearing this, people ran in every direction, and Sugriva and the rest were bathed at once. Then the treasury of compassion called Bharata; with His own hands Rama removed his matted locks. The Lord had all three brothers bathed—Raghuraya, gracious and tender to His devotees. Bharata’s good fortune and the Lord’s gentleness—Sesha with a hundred million mouths could not sing them fully. Then Rama loosened his own locks; seeking the guru’s sanction, He bathed. After bathing, the Lord put on ornaments; seeing the beauty of His limbs, even Ananga was greatly abashed.

Verse 37 (दोहा/सोरठा)

सासुन्ह सादर जानकिहि मज्जन तुरत कराइ। दिब्य बसन बर भूषन अँग अँग सजे बनाइ।।11(क)।। राम बाम दिसि सोभति रमा रूप गुन खानि। देखि मातु सब हरषीं जन्म सुफल निज जानि।।11(ख)।। सुनु खगेस तेहि अवसर ब्रह्मा सिव मुनि बृंद। चढ़ि बिमान आए सब सुर देखन सुखकंद।।11(ग)।।

sāsunha sādara jānakihi majjana turata karāi | dibya basana bara bhūṣana aṁga-aṁga saje banāi ||11(ka)|| rāma bāma disi sobhati ramā rūpa guna khāni | dekhi mātu saba haraṣīṁ janma suphala nija jāni ||11(kha)|| sunu khagesa tehi avasara brahmā siva muni bṛṁda | caṛhi bimāna āe saba sura dekhana sukhakaṁda ||11(ga)||

With due honor the mothers-in-law had Janaki bathed at once; divine garments and excellent ornaments were arranged, adorning every limb. At Rama’s left shone Rama (Lakshmi)—a treasury of beauty and virtues. Seeing her, all the mothers rejoiced and deemed their own birth fulfilled. Listen, O lord of birds: at that moment Brahma, Shiva, and hosts of sages—indeed all the gods—came in aerial cars to behold the source of bliss.

Verse 38 (चौपाई)

प्रभु बिलोकि मुनि मन अनुरागा। तुरत दिब्य सिंघासन मागा।। रबि सम तेज सो बरनि न जाई। बैठे राम द्विजन्ह सिरु नाई।। जनकसुता समेत रघुराई। पेखि प्रहरषे मुनि समुदाई।। बेद मंत्र तब द्विजन्ह उचारे। नभ सुर मुनि जय जयति पुकारे।। प्रथम तिलक बसिष्ट मुनि कीन्हा। पुनि सब बिप्रन्ह आयसु दीन्हा।। सुत बिलोकि हरषीं महतारी। बार बार आरती उतारी।। बिप्रन्ह दान बिबिध बिधि दीन्हे। जाचक सकल अजाचक कीन्हे।। सिंघासन पर त्रिभुअन साई। देखि सुरन्ह दुंदुभीं बजाईं।।

prabhu biloki muni mana anurāgā | turata dibya siṅghāsana māgā || rabi sama teja so barani na jāī | baiṭhe rāma dvijanha siru nāī || janakasutā sameta raghurāī | pekhi praharaṣe muni samudāī || beda maṃtra taba dvijanha ucāre | nabha sura muni jaya jayati pukāre || prathama tilaka basiṣṭha muni kīnhā | puni saba bipranha āyasu dīnhā || suta biloki haraṣīṃ mahatārī | bāra bāra āratī utārī || bipranha dāna bibidha bidhi dīnhe | jācaka sakala ajācaka kīnhe || siṅghāsana para tribhuana sāī | dekhi suranha duṃdubhī bajāīṃ ||

Beholding the Lord, the sages’ hearts filled with love; at once they called for a celestial throne. His sunlike radiance cannot be described; Rama sat, and the Brahmins bowed their heads. With Janaka’s daughter beside Raghu’s king, seeing Him the whole company of sages exulted. Then the Brahmins uttered Vedic mantras; in the sky gods and seers cried, “Victory, victory!” First sage Vasiṣṭha applied the consecrating tilak; then he gave instructions to all the Brahmins. The mother, seeing her son, rejoiced; again and again she waved the āratī. The Brahmins bestowed gifts in many ways, making even all beggars ‘non-beggars’ (fully satisfied). On the throne sat the Lord of the three worlds; seeing this, the gods sounded their festive drums.

Verse 39 (छंद)

नभ दुंदुभीं बाजहिं बिपुल गंधर्ब किंनर गावहीं। नाचहिं अपछरा बृंद परमानंद सुर मुनि पावहीं।। भरतादि अनुज बिभीषनांगद हनुमदादि समेत ते। गहें छत्र चामर ब्यजन धनु असि चर्म सक्ति बिराजते।।1।। श्री सहित दिनकर बंस बूषन काम बहु छबि सोहई। नव अंबुधर बर गात अंबर पीत सुर मन मोहई।। मुकुटांगदादि बिचित्र भूषन अंग अंगन्हि प्रति सजे। अंभोज नयन बिसाल उर भुज धन्य नर निरखंति जे।।2।।

nabha duṃdubhīṃ bājahiṃ bipula gaṃdharba kiṃnara gāvahīṃ | nācahiṃ apacharā bṛṃda paramānanda sura muni pāvahīṃ || bharatādi anuj bibhīṣana aṅgada hanumadādi sameta te | gahẽ chatra cāmara byajana dhanu asi carma sakti birājate ||1|| śrī sahita dinakara baṃsa būṣana kāma bahu chabi sohāī | nava aṃbudhara bara gāta aṃbara pīta sura mana mohāī || mukuṭāṅgadādi bicitra bhūṣana aṅga aṅganhi prati saje | aṃbhoja nayana bisāla ura bhuja dhanya nara nirakhaṃti je ||2||

In the sky the great drums resounded; gandharvas and kinnars sang. Companies of apsaras danced, and gods and sages tasted perfect bliss. Bharata and the younger brothers—Vibhishana, Angada, and Hanuman with the rest—stood together, Holding parasols, flywhisks and fans, bows, swords, shields and spears, shining in attendance. (1) With Sita beside Him, the ornament of the Solar line appeared in a beauty that outshone even Love. His noble form, like a new rain-cloud, and His yellow garments enchanted the minds of the gods. Crown, armlets and other wondrous ornaments adorned every limb; Lotus-eyed, broad-chested, mighty-armed—blessed are the people who behold Him. (2)

Verse 40 (दोहा/सोरठा)

वह सोभा समाज सुख कहत न बनइ खगेस। बरनहिं सारद सेष श्रुति सो रस जान महेस।।12(क)।। भिन्न भिन्न अस्तुति करि गए सुर निज निज धाम। बंदी बेष बेद तब आए जहँ श्रीराम।। 12(ख)।। प्रभु सर्बग्य कीन्ह अति आदर कृपानिधान। लखेउ न काहूँ मरम कछु लगे करन गुन गान।।12(ग)।।

vaha sobhā samāja sukha kahata na banai khagesa | baranahiṃ sārad seṣa śruti so rasa jāna mahesa ||12(ka)|| bhinna bhinna astuti kari gae sura nija nija dhāma | baṃdī beṣa beda taba āe jahã śrīrāma ||12(kha)|| prabhu sarbagya kīnha ati ādara kṛpānidhāna | lakheu na kāhū̃ marama kachu lage karana guna gāna ||12(ga)||

That splendor and the joy of that assembly cannot be told, O Garuda. Saraswati, Shesha, and the Vedas themselves describe it—yet only Mahesha knows its full relish. (12a) After offering varied praises, the gods departed to their several abodes; Then the Vedas came there to Sri Rama in the guise of bards. (12b) The omniscient Lord, treasure of mercy, received them with great honor; Yet none could fathom their inner purpose—He set them to singing His virtues. (12c)

Verse 41 (छंद)

जय सगुन निर्गुन रूप रूप अनूप भूप सिरोमने। दसकंधरादि प्रचंड निसिचर प्रबल खल भुज बल हने।। अवतार नर संसार भार बिभंजि दारुन दुख दहे। जय प्रनतपाल दयाल प्रभु संजुक्त सक्ति नमामहे।।1।। तव बिषम माया बस सुरासुर नाग नर अग जग हरे। भव पंथ भ्रमत अमित दिवस निसि काल कर्म गुननि भरे। जे नाथ करि करुना बिलोके त्रिबिधि दुख ते निर्बहे। भव खेद छेदन दच्छ हम कहुँ रच्छ राम नमामहे।।2।। जे ग्यान मान बिमत्त तव भव हरनि भक्ति न आदरी। ते पाइ सुर दुर्लभ पदादपि परत हम देखत हरी। बिस्वास करि सब आस परिहरि दास तव जे होइ रहे। जपि नाम तव बिनु श्रम तरहिं भव नाथ सो समरामहे।।3।। जे चरन सिव अज पूज्य रज सुभ परसि मुनिपतिनी तरी। नख निर्गता मुनि बंदिता त्रेलोक पावनि सुरसरी। ध्वज कुलिस अंकुस कंज जुत बन फिरत कंटक किन लहे। पद कंज द्वंद मुकुंद राम रमेस नित्य भजामहे।।4।। अब्यक्तमूलमनादि तरु त्वच चारि निगमागम भने। षट कंध साखा पंच बीस अनेक पर्न सुमन घने। फल जुगल बिधि कटु मधुर बेलि अकेलि जेहि आश्रित रहे। पल्लवत फूलत नवल नित संसार बिटप नमामहे।।5।। जे ब्रह्म अजमद्वैतमनुभवगम्य मनपर ध्यावहीं। ते कहहुँ जानहुँ नाथ हम तव सगुन जस नित गावहीं। करुनायतन प्रभु सदगुनाकर देव यह बर मागहीं। मन बचन कर्म बिकार तजि तव चरन हम अनुरागहीं।।6।।

jaya saguna nirguna rūpa rūpa anūpa bhūpa siromane | dasakaṃdharādi pracaṃḍa nisicara prabala khala bhuja bala hane || avatāra nara saṃsāra bhāra bibhaṃji dāruna dukha dahe | jaya pranatapāla dayāla prabhu saṃjukta sakti namāmahe ||1|| tava biṣama māyā basa surāsura nāga nara aga jaga hare | bhava paṃtha bhramata amita divasa nisi kāla karma gunani bhare | je nātha kari karunā biloke tribidhi dukha te nirbahe | bhava kheda chedana daccha hama kahũ raccha rāma namāmahe ||2|| je gyāna māna bimattta tava bhava harani bhakti na ādarī | te pāi sura durlabha padādapi parata hama dekhata harī | bisvāsa kari saba āsa parihari dāsa tava je hoi rahe | japi nāma tava binu śrama tarahiṃ bhava nātha so samarāmahe ||3|| je carana siva aja pūjya raja subha parasi munipatinī tarī | nakha nirgata muni baṃditā treloka pāvani surasarī | dhvaja kulisa aṃkusa kaṃja juta bana phirata kaṃṭaka kina lahe | pada kaṃja dvaṃda mukuṃda rāma rameśa nitya bhajāmahe ||4|| abhyaktamūlamanādi taru tvaca cāri nigamāgama bhane | ṣaṭ kaṃdha sākhā paṃca bīsa aneka parna sumana ghane | phala jugala bidhi kaṭu madhura beli akeli jehi āśrita rahe | pallavata phūlata navala nita saṃsāra biṭapa namāmahe ||5|| je brahma ajamadvaītamanubhavagamya manapara dhyāvahīṃ | te kahahũ jānahũ nātha hama tava saguna jasa nita gāvahīṃ | karuṇāyatana prabhu sadguṇākara deva yaha bara māgahīṃ | mana bacana karma bikāra taji tava carana hama anurāgahīṃ ||6||

Victory to You—of form and beyond form, with attributes and without; matchless, crown-jewel of kings. You struck down the mighty night-stalkers and fierce villains, Ravana and the rest, with the strength of Your arms. You took human birth to lighten the world’s burden and burn away dreadful sorrow. Hail, compassionate Lord, protector of the bowed; we bow to You, united with all power. (1) Your formidable māyā has seized gods and demons, serpents, humans, even the moving and unmoving world. Wandering the path of becoming through endless days and nights, creatures are filled with time, karma, and the guṇas. But those on whom You cast a merciful glance are freed from the threefold pain. O Rama, skilled in cutting the grief of existence—protect us; we bow to You. (2) Those intoxicated with the pride of knowledge, who do not honor devotion that destroys rebirth, Even if they attain stations rare for the gods, we see them fall. But those who trust You, abandon all other hopes, and remain Your servants, Cross the ocean of becoming without strain by repeating Your Name—O Lord, we remember and bow. (3) Your feet are worshiped by Shiva and Brahma; the holy dust that touched the sage’s wife made her cross. From Your toenail sprang the celestial river, praised by sages, purifier of the three worlds. Marked with banner, thunderbolt, goad, and lotus—why should thorns trouble one who roams the forest with You? To that pair of lotus-feet—Rama, Mukunda, Lord of Lakshmi—we ever adore. (4) We bow to the tree of the world: unmanifest at its root, beginningless; Its bark is the four Vedas and Āgamas; its six trunks, its branches, the twenty-five principles; its leaves and blossoms innumerable. Its fruits are of two kinds—bitter and sweet; and the vine that clings to it, solitary, is the one on which beings depend. Ever new it sprouts and flowers—this world-tree we bow to. (5) Even those who meditate on Brahman—unborn, non-dual, known only by direct experience— They too, O Lord, we understand, continually sing Your Saguna glory. O refuge of compassion, mine of true virtues—this boon the gods beg: Casting away the taints of mind, speech, and deed, may we love Your feet. (6)

Verse 42 (दोहा/सोरठा)

सब के देखत बेदन्ह बिनती कीन्हि उदार। अंतर्धान भए पुनि गए ब्रह्म आगार।।13(क)।। बैनतेय सुनु संभु तब आए जहँ रघुबीर। बिनय करत गदगद गिरा पूरित पुलक सरीर।।13(ख)।।

saba ke dekhata bedanha binatī kīnhi udāra | antardhāna bhae puni gae brahma āgāra ||13(ka)|| bainateya sunu saṃbhu taba āe jahã raghubīra | binaya karata gadagada girā pūrita pulaka sarīra ||13(kha)||

Before all, the Vedas made their generous supplication; Then they vanished from sight and returned to Brahma’s abode. (13a) Listen, O Garuda: then Shambhu came to where Raghu’s hero was, Offering humble entreaty, his voice choking with love, his body thrilled with rapture. (13b)

Verse 43 (छंद)

जय राम रमारमनं समनं। भव ताप भयाकुल पाहि जनं।। अवधेस सुरेस रमेस बिभो। सरनागत मागत पाहि प्रभो।।1।। दससीस बिनासन बीस भुजा। कृत दूरि महा महि भूरि रुजा।। रजनीचर बृंद पतंग रहे। सर पावक तेज प्रचंड दहे।।2।। महि मंडल मंडन चारुतरं। धृत सायक चाप निषंग बरं।। मद मोह महा ममता रजनी। तम पुंज दिवाकर तेज अनी।।3।। मनजात किरात निपात किए। मृग लोग कुभोग सरेन हिए।। हति नाथ अनाथनि पाहि हरे। बिषया बन पावँर भूलि परे।।4।। बहु रोग बियोगन्हि लोग हए। भवदंघ्रि निरादर के फल ए।। भव सिंधु अगाध परे नर ते। पद पंकज प्रेम न जे करते।।5।। अति दीन मलीन दुखी नितहीं। जिन्ह के पद पंकज प्रीति नहीं।। अवलंब भवंत कथा जिन्ह के।। प्रिय संत अनंत सदा तिन्ह कें।।6।। नहिं राग न लोभ न मान मदा।। तिन्ह कें सम बैभव वा बिपदा।। एहि ते तव सेवक होत मुदा। मुनि त्यागत जोग भरोस सदा।।7।। करि प्रेम निरंतर नेम लिएँ। पद पंकज सेवत सुद्ध हिएँ।। सम मानि निरादर आदरही। सब संत सुखी बिचरंति मही।।8।। मुनि मानस पंकज भृंग भजे। रघुबीर महा रनधीर अजे।। तव नाम जपामि नमामि हरी। भव रोग महागद मान अरी।।9।। गुन सील कृपा परमायतनं। प्रनमामि निरंतर श्रीरमनं।। रघुनंद निकंदय द्वंद्वघनं। महिपाल बिलोकय दीन जनं।।10।।

jaya rāma ramā-ramaṇaṁ samanaṁ | bhava-tāpa bhayākula pāhi janaṁ || avadheśa sureśa rameśa vibho | śaraṇāgata māgata pāhi prabho ||1|| daśaśīsa bināsana bīsa bhujā | kṛta dūri mahā mahi bhūri rujā || rajanīcara bṛnda pataṅga rahe | sara pāvaka teja pracaṇḍa dahe ||2|| mahi-maṇḍala maṇḍana cārutaraṁ | dhṛta sāyaka cāpa niṣaṅga baraṁ || mada moha mahā mamatā rajanī | tama puñja divākara teja anī ||3|| manajāta kirāta nipāta kiye | mṛga-loka kubhoga sareṇa hiye || hati nātha anāthani pāhi hare | viṣayā bana pāṁvara bhūli pare ||4|| bahu roga biyoganha loka hae | bhavad-aṅghri nirādara ke phala e || bhava-sindhu agādha pare nara te | pada-paṅkaja prema na je karate ||5|| ati dīna malīna dukhī nitahīṁ | jinha ke pada-paṅkaja prīti nahīṁ || avalaṁba bhavaṁta kathā jinha ke | priya saṁta anaṁta sadā tinh keṁ ||6|| nahiṁ rāga na lobha na māna madā | tinh keṁ sama baibhava vā bipadā || ehi te tava sevaka hota mudā | muni tyāgata joga bharosa sadā ||7|| kari prema niraṁtara nema liyeṁ | pada-paṅkaja sevata suddha hiyeṁ || sama māni nirādara ādarahī | saba saṁta sukhī bicaranti mahī ||8|| muni mānasa paṅkaja bhṛṅga bhaje | raghubīra mahā raṇadhīra aje || tava nāma japāmi namāmi harī | bhava-roga mahāgada māna arī ||9|| guṇa śīla kṛpā paramāyatanaṁ | praṇamāmi niraṁtara śrī-ramaṇaṁ || raghu-naṁda nikaṁdaya dvaṁdva-ghanaṁ | mahipāla bilokaya dīna janaṁ ||10||

Victory to Rama—delight of Śrī, the assuager (of all woes). Protect the people who are tormented by worldly heat and shaken by fear. O Lord of Ayodhya, Lord of the gods, Lord of Lakshmi, all-pervading Master—protect the refuge-seeker who begs at Your door. (1) Destroyer of the ten-headed one, the twenty-armed; You removed the great and manifold afflictions from the earth. The hosts of night-rangers became like moths, burned in the fierce fire of Your arrows. (2) Ornament of the whole earth, most lovely; bearing arrow, bow, and noble quiver. Your radiance is a sun-army that scatters the massed darkness—the night of pride, delusion, and great possessiveness. (3) You strike down the hunter called Desire, and the herd of creatures, wounded by vile enjoyments, flee with hearts in pain. O Hari, protect the helpless who have lost their Lord, and those who, base and bewildered, have strayed into the forest of sense-objects. (4) Many suffer sickness and separation—this is the fruit of scorning Your feet. Men fall into the fathomless ocean of becoming, who do not cultivate love for Your lotus-feet. (5) Ever wretched, stained, and sorrowful are they who have no love for Your lotus-feet. But those whose support is Your story—endless saints are ever dear to them. (6) They have no passion, greed, pride, or intoxication; for them, prosperity and adversity are alike. Therefore Your servants are glad; even sages abandon mere yoga, trusting always in You. (7) With unbroken love, keeping steady vows, they serve the lotus-feet with purified hearts. Counting dishonor as honor alike, all saints move about the earth in happiness. (8) The bee of the sage’s mind drinks the lotus—Raghuvira, unconquered, mighty hero in battle. I repeat Your Name and bow to You, O Hari—foe of pride, the great medicine for the disease of worldly existence. (9) Abode of virtues, good conduct, and compassion—I continually salute the Beloved of Śrī. O joy of the Raghus, cutter of the dense cloud of dualities—O King, look upon the poor and lowly. (10)

Verse 44 (दोहा/सोरठा)

बार बार बर मागउँ हरषि देहु श्रीरंग। पद सरोज अनपायनी भगति सदा सतसंग।।14(क)।।

bāra bāra bara māgaũ harakhi dehu śrīraṅga | pada-saroja anapāyanī bhagati sadā sat-saṅga ||14(ka)||

Again and again I beg this boon—grant it joyfully, O Lord of Śrī: unwavering devotion to Your lotus-feet, and ever the fellowship of the holy. (14a)