पूछन जोग न तनय तुम्हारे । पुरुष-सिंह तिहुँ पुर उजिआरे ॥
जिन्ह के जस-प्रताप कें आगे । ससि मलीन रबि सीतल लागे ॥
pūchana joga na tanaya tumhāre | puruṣa-siṃha tihum̐ pura ujiāre ||
jinha ke jasa-pratāpa keṃ āge | sasi malīna rabi sītala lāge ||
Bala Kanda
Chapter 292: The envoys praise the princes
5 verses · 292 of 361
What happens in this chapter
The envoys praise the princes
The envoys say: your sons need no asking about; they are lions among men, the light of the three worlds, before whose fame the moon looks dim and the sun feels cool. How can you ask how they were known? Does one carry a lamp to see the sun? At Sita's svayamvara countless warriors gathered yet none could stir Shambhu's bow, and the pride of every warrior in the three worlds broke on it. Banasura, who can lift Meru, went away beaten at heart; Ravana, who lifted Kailash in sport, was humbled in that assembly. There, great king, Shri Rama, jewel of the Raghus, broke the bow without effort, as an elephant breaks a lotus stalk.
तिन्ह कहँ कहिय नाथ किमि चीन्हे । देखिय रबि कि दीप कर लीन्हे ॥
सीय स्वयम्बर भूप अनेका । समिटे सुभट एक तेँ एका ॥
tinha kaham̐ kahiya nātha kimi cīnhe | dekhiya rabi ki dīpa kara līnhe ||
sīya svayambara bhūpa anekā | samiṭe subhaṭa eka tem̐ ekā ||
सम्मु-सरासन काहु न टारा । हारे सकल बीर बरिआरा ॥
तीनि लोक महँ जे भट मानी । सब कै सकति सम्भुधनु मानी ॥
sammu-sarāsana kāhu na ṭārā | hāre sakala bīra bariārā ||
tīni loka maham̐ je bhaṭa mānī | saba kai sakati sambhudhanu mānī ||
सकइ उठाइ सरासुर मेरू । सेउ हियँ हारि गयउ करि फेरू ॥
जेहि कौतूहल सिव-सैल उठावा । सेउ तेहि सभाँ पराभव पावा ॥
sakai uṭhāi sarāsura merū | seu hiyam̐ hāri gayau kari pherū ||
jehi kautūhala siva-saila uṭhāvā | seu tehi sabhām̐ parābhava pāvā ||
तहाँ राम-रघुबंस-मनि, सुनिय महा-महिपाल ।
भञ्जेउ चांप प्रयास बिनु, जिमि गज पङ्कज-नाल ॥
tahām̐ rāma-raghubaṃsa-mani, suniya mahā-mahipāla |
bhañjeu cāṃpa prayāsa binu, jimi gaja paṅkaja-nāla ||
Text source: Wikisource · Public domain (Tulsidas, 16th c.; 1925 edition, Wikisource PD-1996 tag); transcription CC BY-SA 4.0