ramcharitmanas,

Aranya Kaanda

122 - Grace on Sabari; a discourse on the nine forms of Devotion and departure for the Pampa lake

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bikasē sarasija nānā raṃgā. madhura mukhara guṃjata bahu bhṛṃgā..
 

bōlata jalakukkuṭa kalahaṃsā. prabhu bilōki janu karata prasaṃsā..
  [3-39(B)-1]

cakravāka baka khaga samudāī. dēkhata banai barani nahiṃ jāī..
 

sundara khaga gana girā suhāī. jāta pathika janu lēta bōlāī..
  [3-39(B)-2]

tāla samīpa muninha gṛha chāē. cahu disi kānana biṭapa suhāē..
 

caṃpaka bakula kadaṃba tamālā. pāṭala panasa parāsa rasālā..
  [3-39(B)-3]

nava pallava kusumita taru nānā. caṃcarīka paṭalī kara gānā..
 

sītala maṃda sugaṃdha subhāū. saṃtata bahai manōhara bāū..
  [3-39(B)-4]

kuhū kuhū kōkila dhuni karahīṃ. suni rava sarasa dhyāna muni ṭarahīṃ..
  [3-39(B)-5]


Description

Lotuses of different colours had opened their petals and swarms of bees sweetly hummed. Swans and waterfowls made such a noise as though they had burst into the Lord's praises the moment they saw Him. Birds like the Cakrawaka and the heron were lovely beyond words; one could form an idea of their beauty only after seeing them. The voice of the beautiful birds was so captivating that it seemed they invited the wayfarers who passed by them. By the side of the lake hermits had erected their thatched cottages; there were charming forest trees all around. The Campaka, the Bakula, the Kadamba, the Tamala, the Patala, the Panasa, the Palasa, the mango and many other varieties of trees had put forth new leaves and blosoms and swarms of bees hummed on them. A delightful breeze which was naturally cool, gentle and fragrant, ever breathed there. The cuckoos cooed so sweetly that their melody disturbed the hermits in their meditation.

 
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