Hanumanji Is Consoled By The Lord-4 ( Kishkindha Kanda)

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Jadapi nadh bahu avagun morem/Sevak prabhuhi parai jani bhorem//

Nadh jeev tav mayam moha/So nistarayi tumharehim choha//

Hey Lord! Although I have so many weaknesses, I wish that You had not forgotten me.( The Master may kindly remember his servant) Dear Lord, all the beings are caught up in  the thrall of Your Maya. Only through Your blessings can we attain moksha.

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Ta par mai Raghubir dohayi/Janavu nahim kacchu bhajan upayi//

Sevak sut pati matu bharosem/ Rahayi asoch banayi Prabhu posem//

About that, let me take your oath My Lord- I know nothing of prayer and meditation! The servant stays unconcerned due to his Master’s presence like a child with his mother. The Master has to take care of his servant.

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As kahi parevu charan akulayi/ Nij tanu pragati preeti ur chaayi//

Tab Raghupati udayi ur laava/ Nij lochan jal seenchi judaava//

Saying thus, Hanuman fell weeping at SriRamji’s feet. He took on his original form. Then SriRamji lifted him up and hugged him close to his heart. The divine tears from the Lord’s eyes cooled Hanuman’s agony.

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Sunu kapi jiyam manasi jani oona / Taim mam priya Lacchiman te doona//

Samadarsy mohi kah sab kovu/Sevak priya anyagati sovu//

The Lord said: ‘Listen, do not feel sad. To me, you are twice as dear as Laxman himself. Everyone mentions that I am samadarsy- that no one is very dear to me nor unpleasant.( Everyone is equal in my eyes) However, the servant is particularly beloved to me : because,  but for Me, he has no other refuge.’

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Doha:

So ananya jakem asi mati na tarayi Hanumant/

Mai sevak sacharachar roop swami bhagwant//

‘And Hanuman! The unique one is he, who is aware that he is the servant and the whole universe is a manifestation of His Lord.’

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Hanumanji Recognises His Master-3 (Kishkinda Kand Continued…)

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Doha:

Jag karan taran bhav bhanjan dharni bhar/

Ki tumh akhil bhuwan pati leenh manuj avatar//

Or You might be Bhagwan himself:  the reason of all existence and master of all beings-who has taken the human avatar to alleviate the heavy burden of evil doers on this earth,  and to help us all to cross the sea of existential pains.( Are you Bhagwan himself? Hanumanji queries.)

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Kosales Dasrath ke jaye/ Hum pitu bachan maani ban aaye//

Naam Ram Lacchiman dvau bhai /Sang naari sukumari suhayi//

( Lord Ram said-) We are the sons of  Dasrath-the King of Kosala. We have obeyed  our father ‘s words to reach these forests. We are named Ram and Laxman, and we were accompanied by a beautiful lady.

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Iham hari nisichar Baidehi/Bipra firahim hum khojat tehi//

Aapan charit kaha humgaayi/Kahahu bipra nij katha buchaayi//

Here, in these forests, the rakshasas  stole (my wife) Vaidehi. Hey, Brahmin! We are wandering about in search of her. We have told you our story. Now, you tell us yours.

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Prabhu pahichaani parevu gahi charna/ So sukh Uma jaayi nahim barna//

Pulakit tan mukh aav na bachna/Dekhat ruchir besh kai rachna//

Recognising the Lord, Hanuman clutched  His feet and fell on the ground( He did danda namaskar).( Lord Shiv says: )’Hey Uma! That happiness is beyond words (ineffable).His body is thrilled, words cannot escape his mouth.Hanuman is gazing at the beautiful form of His Lord.’

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Puni dheeraju dhari astuthy keenhi/ Harash hridayam nij nadhahi cheenhi//

Mor nyavu mai poocha sayim / Tumh poochahu kas nar ki nayim//

Then Hanuman composed himself and praised the Lord, his heart was filled with jubilance on recognising his Master. ( Then Hanumanji said) Hey Lord, my asking was justified, but how come You are asking like a mere human being?

( I saw You after the lapse of aeons, and that too clad in the dress of a sanyasi,  I failed to recognise you and according to my monkey-brains, I asked you about yourself! But Lord, You are You! How come you are asking this monkey to narrate his story?)

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Tav maya bas firvu bhulana/ Ta te mai nahim Prabhu pahichana//

I am  meandering through the world dazed by Your Maya- and consequently did not recognise my own Master!

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Doha:

Eku mai mand mohbas kutil hriday agyan/

Puni prabhu mohi bisarevu Deenbandhu bhagwan//

First, I am a dullard; second, I am a victim of Maya( illusion), third, my heart is wicked and ignorant. And now, My Compassionate Lord! It seems You too have forgotten me!

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Hanumanji Approaches The Brothers… 2( Kishkindha Kanda Continued…)

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Jarat sakal sur brindh bisham garal jehim pan kiya/

Tehi an bhajasi man mandh ko kripal Sankar sarisa//

Hey my dullard mind! Why don’t you meditate on Shiv- the one who willingly drank the dreaded Halahal Poison to end the agony of the Devas (who were burning due its poisonous fumes?)

Who else is as compassionate as Him?

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Aagem chal bahuri Raghuraya/Rishyamuk parbat niaraya//

Tah rah sachiv sahit Sugreeva/Aavat dekhi atul bal seemva//

SriRamji walked onwards. He reached near Rishyamuk mountain. There, Sugreev was staying along with his ministers. On seeing the radiant and strong young men…

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Ati sabheet kah sunu Hanumana/Purush jugal bal roop nidhana//

Dhari batu roop dekhu teim jaayi/Kahesu jaani jiyam sayan buchayi//

A terrified Sugreev said thus: Listen, Hanuman! These young men epitomise beauty and strength. Disguise yourself as a Brahmin and go to them, understand the reason of their arrival( find the truth) and convey that to me through your gestures.

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Padaye Bali hohim mann maila/Bhagaum turat tajaum yeh saila//

Bipra roop dhari kapi tah gayavu/Madh nayi poochat as bhayavu//

If these are men sent by Bali- the one whose mind is polluted- then I shall leave this mountain immediately. On hearing these words, Hanumanji approached SriRamji in the guise of a Brahmin and enquired thus:

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Ko tumh syamal gaur sareera/Chattri roop firahu ban beera//

Kadin bhoomi komal pad gaami/Kavan hetu bicharahu ban swami//

Hey valiant ones !In dusky and fair hues,  looking like Kshatriyas, you are roaming around these forests. Who are you?

Hey Swami! Your soft feet are traversing these tough terrains; why are you wandering through the forests in this manner?

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Mridul manohar sundar gaata/Sahat dusah ban aatap baata//

Ki tumh teeni dev mah kovu/Nar Narayan ki tumh dovu//

Your beautiful, attractive forms enchant the mind. You are enduring the intolerable heat and air of these forests. Are you Brahma, Shiv or Vishnu-or are you Nar and Narayan?

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Kishkindha Kant: Fourth Sopan-1

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Kundendivarsundaravathibalau Vigyanadhamavubhai

Shobhadyo varadhaninyou shrutinithou Govipravndapriyou/

Mayamanusharoopinau Raghuvarau sadharmavarmau hitau

Sitaneshwanatatparau padhigatau bhaktipratau tau hi nah//

 

Like a star jasmine flower(Kunda pushpa) and the blue water lily( neel kamal)- coloured fair and dusky, extraordinarily strong, epitome of learning, radiant, gifted archers, praised by the Vedas, loved by people and animals, in the Maya form of a human being, wearing the armour  for maintaining divine Dharma, well wisher to all, focused in the search for Sitaji, in the form of travellers (we find) both these fine princes of  Raghu clan- SriRam and Lakshman!May we be bestowed with devotion to them.

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Brahmashambovisamudravam kalimalapradhwamsanam chavyayam

Srimatshambumukhendrasundaravare samsobhitam sarvada/

Samsaramayabheshagyam sukhakaram Srijanakijeevanam

Dhanyaste kritinaha pibanthi satatam Sriramanamamritam//

That soul is blessed, who is constantly drinking the amrit( nectar) of Sriram’s name: He who destroys the dirt in the minds of those living in Kaliyug(  the yug or aeon in turn  having been created by the churning the ocean of Vedas), indestructible,lighted up by the beautiful and radiant moonlight of Lord Shiva’s grace, the medicine to the never ending death- birth cycle,giver of joy to all, and the very life of Janaki( so beloved to Sitaji).

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Mukti janma mahi jaani gyan khani agh haani kar/

Jah basu Sambhu Bhawani so Kasi seyia kas na//

Where Shiv and Parvati reside- that Kashi- knowing that it is the birthplace of liberation ( mukti from worldly tangles), treasury of wisdom, and destroyer of all sins- why not be devoted to it?

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Task Underway…As He Said!

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Hanuman- the One who has conquered ego, the One with a broken chin…Hanu/ Man have been interpreted in many ways. (Based on stories of Hanumanji being hit by Indira’s Vajrayudha in his childhood, based on Hanumanji conquering ego)

He is the epitome of humility who addresses Sursa as Mother, and promises that he will return to be her food after he makes the trip to Lanka to fulfill Sriramji’s task.

The book getting ready😊

Editing, tweaking, adjusting sentences, formatting … The task is on, as He said. We will return after fulfilling it.

 

Searching For A Shore: Tat Ki Khoj By HariShankar Parsayi

Tat Ki Khoj-(Searching For A Shore) is a slim novel by Hindi’s renowned writer and satirist Harishankar Parsayi. Written originally in 1998, it has been reprinted many times.  The theme it explores, of a woman’s place in society, is as relevant today as it was in 1998.

Sheela is a brilliant, motherless college student. Her poor, honest government pensioner father is distraught at his lack of wealth which makes it impossible for him to give dowry for his daughter’s wedding- which consequently becomes an unfulfilled dream. Meanwhile a supposedly progressive young lecturer called Mahendranath makes his interest known to Sheela. But a strange quirk of fate exposes his inherent cowardice before a hypocritical society- the one which considers a woman’s virtue to be a  fragile glass plate that can shatter at the mere presence of a man. Shocked by the turn of events, Sheela finds  that her god has clay feet.

The latter half of the story is  about the temporary  emotional shelter the innocent girl obtains from her friend Vimala and her brother Manoharlal. The arrows of prejudice against an orphan girl whose chastity has once been questioned, prove too bitter  a venom for the rest of  Manohar’s family. Finally, Sheela leaves in search of a dignified life- where she wants to be her own person, without being dependent on any other.

The story line by itself is simple: but the  sly sentences that the satirist par excellence weaves in his narrative can excoriate the false ego and hypocrisy of every one of us.

What is the status of a ‘tainted woman?’ Even if she is totally innocent, why do we revictimise a victim? Why is it always her fault? How come the man gets away scot free? Is wealth the only solution  for removing a woman’s agonies- by purchasing  a husband, by buying the comforts of a respectable life, by buying silence from a rabid society?  Why is the girl objectified and paraded before prospective grooms who get to balance her on the scales of their greed? Why do values, which people write about and shout about heroically, become very hard to practise when the time demands it? When a woman decides not to commit suicide  in utter desperation and instead chooses to live with dignity, should we not be applauding her?

Let me translate a few striking observations of Parsayiji.

“Ve sab log haath mein taraju liye the, jiske ek palve par bete ko rakhe the/ Mucche, mere samast vidya,buddhi aur saundarya ke saath doosre palve par rakhkar dekhte,to har baar mera hi palva halka pathe/”

All those people had in their hands a balance: on one of the scales they would  have their son seated  and on the other- me with with all my education, intelligence and beauty. However, every time my scale would be the  one lighter in weight.

“Main jaanti thi Ki yeh photo maal Ke namune Ki tarah kisi vyapari Ke paas beji javegy/parantu doosry or se kabhi chitra nahi aaya, kyonki kharidar hi maal Ki parakh karta hain; maal kharidgar ko nahin dekhta/streepurushon ke sambadom mein yehi darsan sab jagah charitarth hota hai”

I knew that this photograph ( of mine) would be sent to some buyer like the sample of a good on sale.But never did any photograph come from the boy’s side- after all it is always the buyer who gets to see the good, not the other way round. In every place, this view about male and female relationships remains in vogue.

“Kabhi kabhi prem ki apeksha khrina ka sambandh adhik majboot hota hai…lagta hain, khrina aur prem mein koyi visesh andar nahin hai”

Sometimes, compared to relationships based on love, those based on hatred seemed stronger…I feel that there is not much difference between hatred and love…

“Kyonki purush ko yeh sochkar bada garv hota hai ki naari ne uske prem mein atmahatya kar li…”

Because a man feels great pride in the fact that a woman committed suicide because of her love for him….

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I can only shake my head in wonder at this iconoclastic writer’s penetrating observations and  their scorching truth.

Maybe I will conclude by translating the author’s foreword for the latest edition.

Foreword: By Harishankar Parsayi

I still find it hard to understand about how I ended up writing ‘Tat Ki Khoj’, all those years before. This is a story which can be called a novella. My poet pal had narrated the original story to me. He was extremely emotional. My age was also that of being drenched in emotions. I was also a romantic. Logic was not my strength then. At that time I had been asked to contribute  something for the Deepawali special of ‘ Amrit Prabhat’. I was in a hurry. The incident that my friend had shared with me was still troubling my mind. My sensitivities were aligned to the girl in that story. I stayed up for two nights consecutively and finished writing this story.

After writing it, I felt regret. When it was published, I regretted more. Now that it is getting republished by Vani Prakashan, I am still regretting it. I can no longer face this creation of mine. One third of my creations are such that I find myself petrified on facing them. Anyway, I am giving the go ahead for the republication of ‘ Tat Ki Khoj.’

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How Do I Write A Story? ( Munshi Premchand’s Note: Translated from Hindi)

 

Main Kahani Kaise Likhta Hun ( How Do I Write A Story?)

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My stories are usually based on some inspiration or experience, which I try to paint in dramatic colours. However, I do not write a story simply to describe  a certain episode. I wish to depict some emotional and philosophical truth in it. Unless I get a  starting point like that, my  pen does not even rise. Once I get the base, I create the characters. Often, the study of History gives many plots. But no incident can become a story unless it showcases a psychological truth.

Until I can perceive the entire story from beginning to end in my mind, I do not sit down to write it. I create my characters with a perspective that they are truly  conducive to the story. I do not consider it necessary that the basis of a story has to be an interesting incident; in fact any occurrence with a psychological climax can serve the purpose. Recently I have written a story in Hindi called, ‘Dil Ki Rani'( Queen of My Heart). I had read in Muslim historical narrative an episode in the life of Taimur; which had reference to his wedding with Hamida Begum. Quickly I had the thought of a dramatic improvisation of this historical event. Hamida Begum had learned  combat skills from her father in her childhood and had participated even in military skirmishes. Taimur had killed thousands of Turks. How could a Turkish woman fall in love with a foe like that?  The answer to that question would determine the story climax. Taimur was not handsome, so it was necessary to create in him some  naturally good and  heart warming quality that would attract  such a very fine woman to him. That story developed in this manner.

A lot of news that one hears can serve as the foundation of stories. But an incident does not become a story with mere style and a  beautiful, perfect vocabulary. The climax is critical, and it has to have psychological insight. Also the way the narrative progresses is important,  so that the story climax keeps coming close. Whenever I get a chance to emphasise on the disposition of anyone – and  create poetic and literary  colour effects around it, I make maximum  use of that opportunity. This colour is the life of any story.

I write frugally. I have never written more than two stories in a month. Often months pass by when I  write no story at all. I get incidents and characters but the psychological substructure is very hard to find. Once that problem is solved, it doesn’t take too long for me to write a story. But one cannot describe the whole process of writing a story in these few  paragraphs.

It is an intellectual concept. People can learn to write stories by learning the process , but as in poetry or any branch of literature, one has to have a natural love for it. The nature creates plots by herself, creates dramatic hues, provides vibrancy, accumulates literary finesse, unknowingly all these keep happening.

Yes, after finishing a story, I read it myself. If I find something new, some sparkle of intelligence, some freshness of reality ,  a page turning effect,  then I might consider it to be a successful story. Else I conclude that it has failed. Both the failed and passed stories have got published- and often those stories which I considered ‘ failed’ were much appreciated by my friends! And so, I do not trust my own test too much.

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Karaum So Begi Jo Tumhahi Sohayi (49):Whatever You Wish, I Shall Immediately Carry Out

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God of Ocean (Varuna) speaks to SreeRamji (Sundar Kanda continued)

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Sabhay sindhu gahi pad prabhu kere/cchamahu nadh sab avgun mere//

Gagan sameer anahl jal dhari/eenh kayi nadh sahaj jad karni//

The Ocean God( Varuna) caught hold of SreeRamji’s feet in fear and said- Lord! Please forgive  all my faults

The sky, air, fire, water and earth( panchbootha) are prone by nature to be indifferent in action ( not proactive)

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Tav prerit Mayam upjaye/srishti hetu sab grandhani gaye//

Prabhu ayasu jehi kah jas ahayi/so tehi bhaanti rahe sukh lahayi//

Due to your powers, Maya has created these elements for purposes of Creation- all the ancient texts say that,

Whatever be the nature assigned  by the Lord, the element stays  contentedly within its purview

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Prabhu bhal keenh mohi sikkh deenhi/marjada puni tumhari keenhi//

Dol gawar sudra pasu naary/sakal tadana ke adhikary//

Lord, you did the proper thing by punishing me, but the nature of things- that too has been designed by You!

The drum, the illiterate, the lowly evolved soul, the animal, the woman- they all get punished ( taught) due to their nature

(Note: One gets an insight into the socio cultural forces at work in ancient times- not much different from today-where patriarchy and lack of empathy with those marginalised existed in society)

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Prabhu pratap mai jaab sukhayi/utarihi kataku na mori badayi//

Prabhu agya apel shruti gaayi/karaum so begi jo tumhahi sohayi//

Due to your powers, I will dry up and the army will cross over- but that will be against the nature of the ocean( as an element of nature)

Yet Your command has to be obeyed, that is the decree from the Vedas, now whatever You may suggest, I shall immediately carry out!

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Doha:

Sunat bineet bachan ati kah kripal musukai/

Jehi bidhi utarai kapi kataku tat so kahu upayi//

Listening to the very humble words of the Ocean, the compassionate Raghunathji smiled and said-

Hey Son! Suggest a way that the army of monkeys can cross over you

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Laghu Tapas Kar Bagbilaasa (47):The Young Mendicant’s Prowess With Words!

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Ravan and His Spy  (Sundar Kanda continued)

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Ram tej bal buddhi bipulayi/Sesh sahas sakahim na gayi//

Sak sar ek soshi sat sagar/tav bratahi poochevu nay nagar//

Even a lakh Seshnags(with thousand tongues) cannot fully sing about the glories of SreeRamji’s  ability, strength and brilliance

With a single arrow he can cause hundreds of oceans to dry up, but the Lord, an expert in law and justice, queried for a solution to your own brother

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Taasu bachan suni sagar pahim/magat pandh kripa mann mahim//

Sunat bachan bihasa Dasseesa/Jaum asi mati sahay krit keesa//

Listening to your brother’s advice, SreeRamji is asking the ocean for a path, His mind is full of kindness ( so He is not drying it up)

Hearing the spy’s words, Ravan burst out laughing (and said-) When his intelligence is like that, no wonder he has got monkeys as helpers!

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Sahaj bheeru kar bachan dridayi/sagar san dani machalayi//

Mood mrisha ka karasi badayi/ripu bal buddhi dhah mai payi//

Listening to Vibheeshan, who is cowardly by nature, he has decidedly to make a fool of himself with the ocean( he would be sulking soon enough!)

Hey Fool! Why are you falsely praising the enemy? Enough! I have got an idea of the enemy’s strength and intelligence (which you have been exaggerating)

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Sachiv sabheet Bibheeshan jakem/bijay bibhuti kahan jag takem//

Sunu khal bachan doot risi badee/samay bichari patrika kadee//

The one who has a minister like Vibheeshan, how can he be victorious or prosperous in this world?

Listening to wicked Ravan, the spy’s anger grew steadily, seeking the opportune moment, he took out Laxman’s missive

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Ramanuj deenhi yah paathy/nadh bachayi judavahu chaathy//

Bihasi baam kar leenhi Ravan/ Sachiv boli sad laag bachavan//

(And he said-) The younger brother of SreeRamji had given this message for you, Hey Lord! Please read it and cool your temper

Laughing all the while, Ravan took it with his left hand and gave it to his minister, and asked that fool to read it aloud

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Doha:

Baatanh manahi ricchayi sad jani khalasi kul khees//

Ram birodh na ubarasi saran bishnu aj ees//

(It read as follows-) Hey Fool! Just by confounding your mind with words, do not cause the utter destruction of your clan

By making an enemy of SreeRamji, you will not be saved even if you seek refuge with Vishnu, Brahma or Shiv!

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Ki taji man anuj iv Prabhu pad pankaj bringh/

Hohi ki Ram saranal khal kul sahit patangh//

Either you let go of your false pride and become a bee around the lotus feet of the Lord like your younger brother

Or, You Evil One! Burn with your family like moths in the fire of SreeRamji’s arrow!

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Sunat sabhay mann mukh musukayi/kahan Dasanan sabahi sunayi//

Bhumi para kar gahat aakasa/laghu tapas kar bagh bilaasa//

Hearing the message Ravan was terrified but not displaying it, he smiled and said to everyone-

As if someone is trying to touch the skies with his mere hand that is lying on the earth, this younger mendicant(Laxman) is trying out his wordplay( trying to intimidate with  prowess of his words- vaagvilaasa)

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Kah suk nadh satya sab baani/samuchahu cchady prakriti abhimaani//

Sunahu bachan mam parihari krodha/nadh Ram san tajahu birodha//

Shuk(the spy) said- Lord! Please understand that the words in the message are true, leave aside your pride

Please listen to me, letting go of your anger, Lord! Give up your enemity with SreeRamji

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Janaksuta Raghunadhahi deeje/etna kaha mor Prabhu keeje//

Jab tehim kaha den Baidehi/charan prahar keenh sad tehi//

Please give Janakiji to SreeRaghunathji, Lord! Please listen to me and do it

When the spy asked him to give back Sita, then the wicked Ravan kicked him away

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Nayi charan siru chala so taham/Kripasindhu Raghunayak jaham//

Kari pranamu nij kadha sunayi/Ram kripam aapani gati payi//

He too(The spy) bowed his head at Ravan’s feet and (like Vibheeshan) left for SreeRamji’s abode

He narrated his story, and with the blessing of SreeRamji he obtained moksha from his curse ( recovered his original sage form)

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Rishi Agasthi keem saap Bhawani/racchas bhayavu raha muni gyani//

Bandi Ram pad barahim bara/muni nij aashram kahu pagu dhara//

(Lord Shiv says-) Hey Bhawani! He( the spy) was once a learned sage, due to the curse of Rishi Agastya, he had turned into a Rakshasa

After repeatedly praying obeisance at SreeRamji’s feet, the sage returned to his ashram

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(Note:If one counts the number of opportunities given to Ravan to seek the right path, one would be astonished! Not counting Jatayu, Sita herself, Hanuman, Mandodari, Vibheeshan, Malyavaan, Laxman, the spy…and later Kumbakaran…but certain souls do not learn from wise counsel)

 

Trin Saman Trailokahi Ganahim(46): They Consider The Three Worlds As Insignificant

 

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The Spy’s Story (Sundar Kanda Continued)

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Doha:

Ki bhayi bhent ki phiri gaye shravan sujasu suni mor/

Kahasi na ripu dal tej bal bahut chakit chit chor//

Did you meet them(the mendicants)? Or did they return after hearing about my great fame?

Why don’t you tell me about the strength and prowess of the enemy’s army?Your mind seems to be intimidated!

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Nadh kripa kari poochehu jaisem/manahu kaha krodh taji taisem//

Mila jaayi jab anuj tumhara/jatahim Ram tilak tehi sara//

(The messenger said-) Lord, with the same kindness with which you asked me questions, please give up your anger and bestowing patience, listen to me ( trust my words)

When your younger brother went to meet SreeRamji,  He anointed him as the King

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Ravan doot hamahi suni kaana/kapinh baandhi deenhe dukh naana//

Shravan nasika kataim laage/Ram sapadh deenhem hum tyaage//

Hearing that I was Ravan’s messenger, the monkeys tied me up and tortured me a lot

But when I took the Name of SreeRamji, they let me go!

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Poochihu Nadh Ram katkaayi /badan koti sat barni na jaayi//

Nana baran bhalu Kapi dhari/bikatanan bisaal bhaykari//

Lord, you asked me about SreeRamji’s army, it cannot be described even with one crore faces(tongues)

It is an army of innumerable bears and monkeys of different colours, their faces intimidating, with monstrous bodies and totally fearsome

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Jehim pur dahevu hatevu sut tora/sakal kapeenh mah tehi balu dhora//

Amit naam bhat kadin karaala/Amit naag bal bipun bisaala//

The One who burnt the city and killed your son, his strength is so little compared to others!

They are of so many names, such mighty and terrible warriors!They have the strength of multiple elephants and are gigantic in size!

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Doha:

Dwibidh Mayand Neel Nal Angad Gad Bikataasy/

Dadhimukhi,Kehari,Nisad,Sad,Jamavanth balraasy//

Dwividhi, Mayand, Neel, Nal, Angad, Gad, Vikatasya,

Dadhimukhi,Kesari, Nishad, Shad and Jambavan- they are all epitomes of might!

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Ye kapi sab Sugreev samaana/inh sam kotinh ganai ko naana//

Ram kripa atulit bal tinhahim/trin samaan trailokahi ganahim//

These monkeys are equivalent to Sugreev in strength, and there are crores like these, who can count them all?

Due to SreeRamji’s blessings, they are unmatched in strength, and they consider the three worlds as mere speck of dust( they consider them insignificant)

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As mai suna shravan Daskandhar/padum adarah juudhap bandar//

Nadh katak mah so kapi nahim/jo na tumhi jeetai rann mahim//

Hey Dasagreev! I have heard that eighteen ranks comprise  just of Generals of the monkey warriors!

Hey Lord! There is not a single monkey in there who cannot defeat your army in battle!( They will defeat yours in battle)

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Param krodh meejahim sab hhad had/aayasu pai na dehim Raghunadha//

Soshahim sindhu sahit cchash byaala/poorahim na ta bhari kudhar bisaala//

The warriors are all flexing their muscles and hands, but SreeRamji has not given them the go ahead as yet

‘We will dry the ocean up along with its fishes and snakes, else we will part it  by filling it with huge mountains-

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Mardi gardi milavahim Dasseesa/aiseyi bachan kahahim sab keesa//

Garjahim tarjahim sahaj asanka/manahu grasan chahat hahim Lanka//

And we will crush Ravan and mix him with the dust’, that is what all the monkeys are speaking,

They are fearless by nature, they are roaring and stamping their feet, as if they want to  crush Lanka

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Doha:

Sahaj soor kapi bhalu sab puni sir par Prabhu Ram/

Ravan kal koti kahu jeeti sakahim sangraam//

All the monkey warriors are  naturally valorous , besides at their head ( as their leader) they have SreeRamji

Hey Ravan! In a war, they can defeat a crore of DeathGods( Kal)!

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