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Be victorious, O Rāma, Who is the dear one of Ramā, and Who absolves of earth. Protect the men on earth who are aggrieved by metempsychosis. O Rāma, Who is the Lord of Ayodhyā, Ramā, demi-gods, Who is resplendent, and Who is the Lord of everyone! We are seeking refuge in you.
You destroy the ten-heads and twenty-hands of Rāvaṇa, and in the process You expunged the immense and dense grief on the earth. The group of demons were like insects and got destroyed in the huge-fire like arrows of Yours.
You are the ornation of the earth and the celestial system; You appear more beautiful with an arrow, a quiver, and a bow in hand. For the night-like rage, attachment, passion, and great affection, You are the abode of resplendence; You expurgate the hordes of darkness like the Sun.
The hunter-like-lust has destroyed the mind; and the deer-like persons have given shelter to sensuality in the heart. O Hari! The persons stricken by lust in this manner are orphans. Please protect them, who are lost in the worldly matters and have forgotten their own self.
People are lost in all worldly diseases and separation, because they have neglected the [lotus]-feet of Yours. Those who don’t love Your lotus-feet never cross this mundane cycle of metempsychosis.
Those who don’t have the affection for Your lotus-feet are very bereaved, malicious and aggrieved in an endless manner. Those sages who endear the supporting and absolving story of Yours, automatically acquire the benevolence of Yours.
The sages who don’t respond to sensual objects, like color, greed, pride and intoxication, and find themselves in equal bliss during splendor or calamity are close to You. The saints who destroy their faith in Yoga and take sainthood to serve You become happy and blissful.1
The saints who loves You continuously with respect, purify their heart with devotion for Your lotus-feet, and treat disrespect and respect equally, wander trouble-free and blissfully on this earth (essentially become dispassionate for everything except Rāma).
I sing praise of Rāma, Who is the bumble-bee for the lotus-like mind of sages, Who is known as Raghuvīra, Who is unsurpassed in battle, and Who is undefeated. I sing Your names and I bow to You, O Hari, Who is like the extra-ordinary medicine for the disease like cycle of rebirth and Who destroys pride.
I continuously bow to Rāma, Who is the best abode of qualities, serenity and mercy, and Who is the consort of Lakṣmī. O Raghunanda! Expunge the tussle-cloud situated inside (me). O Rāma, Who protects the earth! Cast your glance on this pitied servant of Yours.
1 The poet is propagating Bhaktiyoga here. He is saying that with devotion to Your saguṇa form, we can attain bliss; the Yogis who try to attain knowledge by following the nirguṇa path miss this bliss.
Translator: Animesh Kumar
Submitter: Animesh Kumar
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