5 verses · 268 of 361
The city's women, distressed by the tumult, curse the kings. At that moment, hearing that Shiva's bow is broken, Parashurama, sun of the Bhrigu lotus, arrives. The kings shrink like quails before a swooping hawk. Ash shines on his fair body and a tripundra on his broad forehead. Matted locks crown his head, and his moonlike face is reddened by anger; his brows are knit and his eyes red, so that even his natural glance seems angry. He has a bull's shoulders and long arms, a sacred thread and a deerskin, two quivers, a bow and arrow, and the axe on his shoulder. Calm in guise, fierce in deed, he comes like valour itself in a muni's body.
खरभरु देखि विकल पुर-नारीं । सब मिलि देहिँ महीपन्ह गारीं ॥
तेहिं अवसर सुनि सिव-धनु-भङ्गा । आयउ भृगुकुल कमल-पतङ्गा ॥
kharabharu dekhi vikala pura-nārīṃ | saba mili dehim̐ mahīpanha gārīṃ ||
tehiṃ avasara suni siva-dhanu-bhaṅgā | āyau bhṛgukula kamala-pataṅgā ||
देखि महीप सकल सकुचाने । बाज झपट जनु लवा लुकाने ॥
गौर शरीर भूति मलि भ्राजा । भाल बिसाल त्रिपुंड बिराजा ॥
dekhi mahīpa sakala sakucāne | bāja jhapaṭa janu lavā lukāne ||
gaura śarīra bhūti mali bhrājā | bhāla bisāla tripuṃḍa birājā ||
सीस जटा ससिबदनु सुहावा । रिस-बस कछुक अरुन होइ आवा ॥
भृकुटी-कुटिल नयन रिस राते । सहजहुँ चितवत मनहुँ रिसाते ॥
sīsa jaṭā sasibadanu suhāvā | risa-basa kachuka aruna hoi āvā ||
bhṛkuṭī-kuṭila nayana risa rāte | sahajahum̐ citavata manahum̐ risāte ||
वृषभ कन्ध उर-बाहु बिलासा । चारु जनेउ माल मृगछाला ॥
कटि मुनि-बसन तून दुइ बाँधें । धनु-सर-कर कुठार-कल-काँधें ॥
vṛṣabha kandha ura-bāhu bilāsā | cāru janeu māla mṛgachālā ||
kaṭi muni-basana tūna dui bām̐dheṃ | dhanu-sara-kara kuṭhāra-kala-kām̐dheṃ ||
सान्त बेष करनी कठिन, बरनि न जाइ सरूप ।
धरि मुनि तनु जनु बीर रसु, आयउ जहँ सब भूप ॥
sānta beṣa karanī kaṭhina, barani na jāi sarūpa |
dhari muni tanu janu bīra rasu, āyau jaham̐ saba bhūpa ||
Text source: Wikisource · Public domain (Tulsidas, 16th c.; 1925 edition, Wikisource PD-1996 tag); transcription CC BY-SA 4.0
