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In the year sixteen hundred and thirtyone bright,
With my head lowly placed at my lord’s feet I write;
On Tuesday, the ninth day of Chaitra, month pleasing,
In the city of Avadh my story releasing.
‘Tis the birthday of Rāma, as scriptures declare,
And the day when the pilgrims are gathering there.
All demons, birds, serpents, men, saints and gods too
There are meeting to bring their lord homage true;
On this festival day of lord Rama’s birth
They all sing with acclaim his high praises and worth. (en) |
