श्रीरामचरितमानस (ŚhrīRāmcharitmānas) With English Translation – Day 285

BAAL KAAND – Day 284

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चौपाई

निपटहिं द्विज करि जानहि मोही। मैं जस बिप्र सुनावउँ तोही।।
चाप स्त्रुवा सर आहुति जानू। कोप मोर अति घोर कृसानु।।
समिधि सेन चतुरंग सुहाई। महा महीप भए पसु आई।।
मै एहि परसु काटि बलि दीन्हे। समर जग्य जप कोटिन्ह कीन्हे।।
मोर प्रभाउ बिदित नहिं तोरें। बोलसि निदरि बिप्र के भोरें।।
भंजेउ चापु दापु बड़ बाढ़ा। अहमिति मनहुँ जीति जगु ठाढ़ा।।
राम कहा मुनि कहहु बिचारी। रिस अति बड़ि लघु चूक हमारी।।
छुअतहिं टूट पिनाक पुराना। मैं कहि हेतु करौं अभिमाना।।

दोहा/सोरठा

जौं हम निदरहिं बिप्र बदि सत्य सुनहु भृगुनाथ।
तौ अस को जग सुभटु जेहि भय बस नावहिं माथ।।283।।

Chaupai

“You know me to be a mere Brahmin; I tell you what kind of a Brahmin I am. Know that the bow is my sacrificial ladle, the arrows my oblation and my wrath the blazing fire; the brilliant fourfold forces (consisting of the horse, the elephant, the chariots and foot soldiers) are the fuel; and mighty princes have served as victims, whom I have cut to pieces with this very axe and offered as sacrifice. In this way I have performed millions of sacrifices in the shape of armed conflicts, accompanied by the muttering of sacred formulas in the shape of war-cries. My glory is not known to you; that is why you address me in contemptuous terms mistaking me for a mere Brahmin. Since you have broken the bow, your arrogance has transgressed all limits; in your self-esteem you stand as if you have conquered the whole world.” Said Ram, “O sage, think before you speak; your anger is out of all proportions with my error, which is a trifling one. Worn out as it was, the bow broke at my mere touch. What reason have I to be proud?” (1—4)

Doha/Soratha

“Hear the truth, O lord of the Bhrgus; if, as you say, I treat you with disrespect because you are a Brahmin, who is that gallant warrior in this world to whom I would bow my head out of fear?” (283)

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