Doha - 261
The bow of Sankara was the bark and Rama's strength of arm was the ocean to be crossed with its aid. The whole host (of which we have spoken above), that had boarded the ship out of ignorance, was drowned (with the bark).
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The Lord tossed on ground the two broken pieces of the bow, and everyone rejoiced at the sight. Visvamitra stood as the holy ocean, full of the sweet and unfathomable water of love. Beholding Sri Rama's beauty, which represented the full moon, the sage felt an increasing thrill of joy, which may be compared to a rising tide in the ocean. Kettledrums sounded with great noise in the heavens; celestial damsels sang and danced. Brahma and the other gods, Siddhas and great sages praised the Lord and gave Him blessings raining down wreaths and flowers of various colours; the Kinnaras (a class of demigods) sang melodious strains. The shouts of victory re-rehoed throughout the universe; the crash that followed the breaking of the bow was drowned in it. Everywhere men and women in their joy kept saying that Rama had broken the massive bow of Sambhu.
Doha - 262
Talented bards, minstrels and panegyrists sang praises; and everybody gave away horse, elephants, riches, jewels and raiments as an act of invocation of God's blessings on the youthful champion.
Chaupala -
There was a crash of cymbals and tabors, conches and clarionets, drums and sweet-sounding kettledrums, both large and small; and many other charming instruments also played. Everywhere young women sang auspicious strains. The queen with her companions was much delighted, as though a withering crop of paddy had been refreshed by a shower. King Janaka was now care-free and felt gratified as if a tired swimmer had reached a shallow. The kings countenance fell at the breaking of the bow, just as a lamp is dimmed at dawn of day. Sita's delight could only be compared to that of a female Cataka bird on receiving a rain-drop when the sun is in the same longitude as the constellation named Svati (Arcturus). Laksmana fixed his eyes on Rama as the young of a Cakora bird gazes on the moon. Satananda then gave the word and Sita advanced towards Rama.
Doha - 263
Accompanied by Her fair and talented companions, who were singing festal songs, She paced like a cygnet, Her limbs possessing infinite charm.
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In the midst of Her companions Sita shone as a personification of supreme beauty among other embodiments of beauty. She held in one of Her lotus hands the fair wreath of victory, resplendent with the glory of triumph over the whole universe. While Her body shrank with modesty. Her heart was full of rapture; Her hidden love could not be perceived by others. As She drew near and beheld Sri Rama's beauty, Princes Sita stood motionless as a portrait. A clever companion, who perceived Her in this condition, exhorted Her saying, " Invest the bridegroom with the beautiful wreath of victory." At this She raised the wreath with both of Her hands, but was too overwhelmed with emotion to garland Him. In this act Her uplifted hands shone as if a pair of lotuses with their stalks were timidly investing the moon with a wreath of victory. At this charming sight Her companions broke into a song, while sita placed the wreath of victory round Sri Rama's neck so as to adorn His breast.
Doha - 264
Witnessing the wreath of victory resting on Sri Rama's bosom, gods rained down flowers; while the kings all shrank in confusion like lillies at the rising of the sun.
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There was music both in the city and in the heavens; while the wicked were downcast, the virtuous beamed with joy. Gods, Kinnaras, men Nagas and great sages uttered blessings with shouts of victory. Celestial dames danced and sang and handfulls of flowers were showered again and again. Here and there the Brahmanas recited the Vedas, while panegyrists sang praises. The glad tidings spread throughout the earth the subterranean regions and heaven that Sri Rama had broken the bow and won the hand of Sita. The people of the city waved lights round the pair in order to ward off evil; and regardless of their means they scattered gifts in profusion as an act of invocation of Divine blessings on the couple. The pair of Sri Rama and Sita shone as if beauty and the sentiment of Love had met together in human form. Her companions urged Her, "Sita, clasp your lord's feet." But Sita was too much afraid to touch His feet.
Doha - 265
Remembering the fate of the sage Gautama's wife, Ahalya, She would not touch His feet with Her hands; the Jewel of Raghu's race inwardly smiled to perceive Her transcendent love.
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Then, as they looked on Sita, a few princes were filled with longing for Her. those wicked degenerate fools grew indignat. Rising from their seats one after another and donning their armour the wretches began to brag about. Someone said," Carry off Sita by force and capturing the two princes hold them in bondage. No purpose will be seerved by merely breaking the bow; for who shall marry the princess while we still live? Should Janaka come forward to help them, rout him in battle along with the two brothers." When the good kings heard these words, they said,"Shame itself feels shy in approaching this assembly of princes. Your might, glory, valour fame and honour have been shatteered along with the bow. Is the same valour of which you are boasting or have you since acquired it anew from somewhere else? It is because such is your mentality that God has blackened your faces."
Doha - 266
"Giving up jealoursy, arrogance and anger, therefore, feast your eyes upon Rama; and knowing Laksmana's wrath to be a blazing fire, do not allow yourselves to be consumed by it like a moth."
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"As a crow should seek on offering se4t apart for Garuda (the king of birds),as a rabbit should covet the share of a lion, as a man who is angry without any cause should expect happiness, as an enemy of Siva should crave for riches of all kinds, as a greedy and covetous man should long for good fame and as a gallant should aspire to be free from scandal, and as one who is averse to Sri Hari's feet should hanker after the highest destiny (Liberation), your longing, O princess, (for Sita) is of the same category." When Sita heard the tumult, She got afraid and Her companions took Her to the queen; while Sri Rama advanced to His Guru, easy in mind and inwardly praising Her affection. The queens as well as Sita were filled with anxiety and wondered what Providence had in store for them. On hearing the words of the princes Laksmana looked hither and thither; for fear of Rama, however, he could not speak.
Doha - 267
With fiery eyes and knitted brows he cast an angry look at the kings, as though at the sight of a heard wild elephants in rut, a lion's whelp were eager to pounce on them.
Chaupala -
Seeing the uproat the women of the city were all distressed and joined in cusrsing the princes. That very moment arrived the sage Parasurama, a very sun to the lotus-like race of Bhrgu, led by the news on the breaking of the bow. At his very sight the kings all cowered down even as a quail would shrink beneath the swoop of a hawk. A coat of ashes looked most charming on his fair body; his broad forehead was adorned with a Tripundra (as peculiar mark consisting of three horizontal lines, sacred to Siva) Having matted locks on the head, his handsome moonlike face was a bit reddened with anger; With knitted brows and eyes inflamed with passion, his natural look gave one the impression that he was enraged. He had well-builts shoulders like those of a bull and a broad chest and long arms. he was adorned with a beautiful sacred thread, rosary and deerskin. With an anchorite's covering about his loins and pair of quivers fashened by his side, he held a bow and arrows in his hands and an axe upon his fair shoulder.
Doha - 268
Though saintly in attire, he had a cruel record of deeds; his character, therefore, defied description. It looked as if the heroc sentiment had taken the form of a hermit and arrived where the kings had assembled.
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Beholding the frightful figure of Parasurama the kings all rose in consternation. and mentioning his own as well as father's name, each fell prostrate on the ground before fim. Even he on whom Parasurama cast a friendly look in a natural way thought the sands of his life had run out. Then came Janaka and bowed his head; and sending for Sita he made Her pay homage to the sage. Her companions rejoiced when he bestowed his blessing on Her, and cleverly took Her where the other ladies were, Next came Visvamitra, who met him and placed the two brothers at his lotus feet, saying that they were King Dasaratha's sons, Rama and Laksmana by name; seeing the well-matched pair, he blessed them. His eyes were rivetted on Sri Rama's incomparable beauty, which would humble the pride of Cupid himself.
Doha - 269
Then looked round, and though knowing everything, he asked Videha, like one ignorant, " Tell me, what has attracted all this crowd here?" And as the spoke thus wrath took possession of his whole being.
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Janaka narrated to him the whole history, mentioning what had brought all the kings there, on hearing this reply Parasurama turned , and looking in the other direction he espied the fragments of the bow lying on the ground. Flying into a rage he spoke in harsh tones, "Tell me, O stupid Janaka, who has broken the bow? Show him at once, or this very day I will overthrow the whole tract of land over which your dominion extends." In his excess of fear, the king would make no answer; and the wicked kings were glad of heart. Gods, sages, Nagas and the people of the city were all filled with anxiety; their hearts were much agitated. Sita's mother lamented within herself, saying, " Alas! God undone an accomplished fact." When Sita heard of Parasurama's temperament,even half a moment passed to Her like a whole life-time of the universe.
Doha - 270
When the Hero of Raghu's race saw everyone seized with panic and perceived Janaki's anxiety, Her interposed; there was neither joy nor sorrow in His heart.
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"my lord, it must be some one of your servants who has broken the bow of Siva. What is your command? Why not tell me?" At this the furious sage was all the more incensed, and said," A servant is he who does service; having played the role of an enemy, one should give battle Listen. O Rama; whoever has broken Siva's bow is my enemy no less than the thousand-armed Kartavirya. Let him stand apart, leaving this assembly; or else everyone of these kings shall be slain." Hearing the sage's words Laksmana. smiled and said insulting Parasurama (the wielder of an axe)," I have broken many a small bow in my childhood; but you never grew so angry, my lord. Why should you be so fond of this particular bow?" At this Chief of Bhrgu's race burst out in a fury:--