“GANDHARVARAJAPRATHIMAM LOKE VIKYATHAPOURUSHAM
DEERGABAHUM MAHASATHVAM MATHTHAMATHANGAGAMINAM
CHANDRAKANTHANANAM RAMAM ATHEEVAPRIYADARSHANAM
RUPOUDARYAGUNAI: PUMSAM DRUSHTICHITHTHAPAHARINAM
GHARMABHITHAPTHAHA PARJANYAM HLADAYANTHAMIVA PRAJAHA
NA THATHARPA SAMAAYANYTHAM PASHYAMANO NARADHIPAHA
GANDHARVARAJAPRATHIMAM
Sri ram on Ayodhya streets. What a beautiful experience it is. The streets would be filled with people. A golden chariot, white horses. Sumantra used to drive the chariot. Sri Ram bedecked with a divya peethambara, having a broad chest, long hands, broad forehead marked by a kasturi tilaka, adorned with a bejeweled crown, eyes stretching to the ears, a sharp nose, lips matching corals, teeth arranged in order like pearls, an ever smiling face, what a beauty! The women of Ayodhya say to each other. The gandharvaraja cannot match Sri Ram in beauty.
LOKE VIKYATHAPOURUSHAM
The men of Ayodhya continue: “ This ram seems to be of immense valour. Karthaveeryajunan conqurered Ravana. Parasurama conquered Karthaveeryajunan and this ram has conquered even that Parasuramar. What a courageous person!”
DEERGABAHUM
The poor and penniless look at his long hands and say to themselves: “ What long hands he possesses. Long enough to stretch his helping hand to us”
MAHASATVAM MATHTHAMATHANGAGAMINAM
CHANSDRAKANTHANANAM RAMAM
The chariot stands at the entrance of the court. Sri Ram alights from the chariot and enters the court. His gait resembles that of an elephant. His face resembles that of a full moon, cool, emenating happiness and showering the nectar of sympathy.
ATHEEVAPRIYADARSHANAM RUPOUDARYAGUNAIHI PUMSAM DRUSHTICHITHTHAPAHARINAM
It never bores or tires to see the loving form of sri ram. Sri Ram has now enetered the court room. Even then none of the Ayodhya citizens return home. The reason. They shall wait to have a glimpse of his form again. His bewitching form captures the heart of one and all.
GHARMABHITHAPTHAHA PARJANYAM HLADAYANTHAMIVA PRAJAHA
NA THATHARPA SAMAAYANYTHAM PASHYAMANO NARADHIPAHA
The people scorched by the summer heat eagerly expect rain bearing clouds. So did Dasaratha feel as if his youth had returned on seeing his loving son Ram.