ramcharitmanas,

Baal Kaanda

6 - Salutations to all living beings as so many images of Sri Rama

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Chaupais

ākara cāri lākha caurāsī. jāti jīva jala thala nabha bāsī..
 

sīya rāmamaya saba jaga jānī. karau pranāma jōri juga pānī..
  [1-7(D)-1]

jāni kṛpākara kiṃkara mōhū. saba mili karahu chāḍai chala chōhū..
 

nija budhi bala bharōsa mōhi nāhīṃ. tātēṃ binaya karau saba pāhī..
  [1-7(D)-2]

karana cahau raghupati guna gāhā. laghu mati mōri carita avagāhā..
 

sūjha na ēkau aṃga upāū. mana mati raṃka manōratha rāū..
  [1-7(D)-3]

mati ati nīca ūomci ruci āchī. cahia amia jaga jurai na chāchī..
 

chamihahiṃ sajjana mōri ḍhiṭhāī. sunihahiṃ bālabacana mana lāī..
  [1-7(D)-4]

jau bālaka kaha tōtari bātā. sunahiṃ mudita mana pitu aru mātā..
 

haomsihahi kūra kuṭila kubicārī. jē para dūṣana bhūṣanadhārī..
  [1-7(D)-5]

nija kavita kēhi lāga na nīkā. sarasa hōu athavā ati phīkā..
 

jē para bhaniti sunata haraṣāhī. tē bara puruṣa bahuta jaga nāhīṃ..
  [1-7(D)-6]

jaga bahu nara sara sari sama bhāī. jē nija bāḍhai baḍhahiṃ jala pāī..
 

sajjana sakṛta siṃdhu sama kōī. dēkhi pūra bidhu bāḍhai jōī..
  [1-7(D)-7]


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Eight million and four hundred thousand* species of living beings, classified under four broad divisions, inhabit land, water and the air. Recognizing the entire creation as full of Sita and Rama, I make obeisance to them with joined palms. Knowing me as your servant, be genuinely gracious to me all of you, O mines of compassion. I have no confidence in my intellectual power, hence I supplicate you all. I would recount the virtues of the Lord of Raghus,† Sri Rama; but my wits are poor, whereas the exploits of Sri Rama are unfathomable. For this I find not the least resources, while I am bankrupt of mind and intellect, my ambition is right royal. Even though my intellect is exceedingly mean, my aspiration is pitched too high; while I crave for nectar, I have no means in this world to procure even butter-milk. The virtuous will forgive my presumption and listen to my childish babbling with interest. When a child prattles in lisping accents, the parents hear it with a mind full of delight. Those, however, who are hard-hearted, mischievous and perverse and cherish others' faults as an ornament, will feel amused. Who does not like one's own poetry, be it delightful or exceedingly insipid? Such good people as delight to hear others' composition are rare in this world. The world abounds in men who resemble lakes and rivers, that get swollen with their own rise when waters are added to them. There is some rare good soul like the ocean, which swells at the sight of the full moon.(1-7)

 
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