Adhyay 7 • Shlok 238

चौ0—माउ कहरिकहरˆय भय'¡U िव बानी । सयनि रघायबीर भ»िि रस सानी॥ राम चरन नŒिन रिि भर्§ । माया `निि बिपिि सब »र्§॥ 1॥ मôगU `लˇि बôगिUि ियगU भ० । मô कग¡U नाथ बिबिˇ सय„ द०॥ मô पगिंU गUô§ न पýिि 'Uपकारा । बंद'¡U िव पद बारगिंU बारा॥ 2॥ पŒरन काम राम ुनयरा»ी । ियगU सम िाि न कô'U ब˙‚Uभा»ी॥ संि बिंUप सरििा »िरि ˇरनी । पर गिUि गेUिय सब‹गU कार करनी॥ 3॥ संि NUदय नवनीि समाना । कगUा कबि‹गU परि कगाU न `ाना॥ नि` परििाप …ýव§ नवनीिा । पर दय„ …ýवगिंU संि सयपयनीिा॥ 4॥ `ीवन `‹म सय¨रल मम भय“र । िव पýसाद संसय सब »य“र॥ `ानेगयU सदा मôगिU नि` किंरकर U। पयनि पयनि 'Uमा कगU§ बिगंU»बर॥ 5॥

Roman Transliteration (IAST)

maiò kṛtakṛtya bhayau ¡ tava bŒnī, suni raghubīra bhagati rasa sŒnī. rŒma carana nµutana rati bhaī, mŒyŒ janita bipati saba gaī.1. moha jaladhi bohita tumha bhae, mo kaha ¡ nŒtha bibidha sukha dae. mo pahiò hoi na prati upakŒrŒ, bandau ¡ tava pada bŒrahi ò bŒrŒ.2. 1094 * ŚR’ RMACARITAMNASA* pµurana kŒma rŒma anurŒgī, tumha sama tŒta na kou baRabhŒgī. santa bi¢apa saritŒ giri dharanī, para hita hetu sabanha kai karanī.3. santa hṛdaya navanīta samŒnŒ, kahŒ kabinha pari kahai na jŒnŒ. nija paritŒpa dravai navanītŒ, para dukha dravahi ò santa supunītŒ.4. jīvana janma suphala mama bhayaµu, tava prasŒda saṁsaya saba gayaµu. jŒnehu sadŒ mohi nija kiṅkara, puni puni umŒ kahai bihaṅgabara.5.

Translations

English Translations 1
Gita Press English

“I have attained the object of my life now that I have listened to your discourse, imbued with the nectar of Devotion to Ýr¶ RŒma’s feet. My love for Ýr¶ RŒma’s feet has been renewed and the trouble created by MŒyŒ (the Lord’s deluding potency) has all ended. You have been a vessel to me, drifting as I was in the ocean of infatuation and have afforded me delight in various ways, my lord. I am, however, incapable of repaying my obligation to you and simply adore your feet again and again. You are fully satiated and a lover of Ýr¶ RŒma; no one is so blessed as you, venerable sir. Saints, trees, rivers, mountains and the earth, all these operate for the good of others. The poets have declared the heart of a saint to be soft as butter; but they did not know what should be said. For, while butter melts only when the same is heated on fire, the holy saints melt at the suffering of others. My life and birth into this world have both been rewarded and by your grace all my doubts have fled. Ever regard me as your own servant.” Again and again did the chief of the birds speak thus, O UmŒ. (1—5)

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