I bow to Sita, the beloved wife of Shri Ram, who is responsible for the creation, sustenance & dissolution of universes, who removes afflictions & begets all blessings.
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I bow to Sita, the beloved wife of Shri Ram, who is responsible for the creation, sustenance & dissolution of universes, who removes afflictions & begets all blessings.
I adore Lord Rama, who is superior to, & lies beyond all causes, whose illusive powers hold sway over the entire universe including gods like Brahma (the creator) downwards.
The presence of Lord Ram's illusory power (Maya) lends positive reality to the world of appearances – just as the false notion of a serpent is entertained with reference to a rope -- & Lord Rama's feet are the only boat for those eager to cross the ocean of maayic existence.
For the gratification of his own self, Tulsidas brings forth this very elegant composition relating in common parlance the story of the Lord of Raghus,
which is in accord with Vedas, Puranas & Tantras, & incorporates what has been recorded in the Ramayan of Valmiki, & culled from some other sources.
who carries on his shoulders the head of a beautiful elephant, who is a repository of wisdom & an abode of blessed qualities, shower his grace.
May the merciful Lord Ram whose grace enables the dumb to wax eloquent and a cripple to ascend an inaccessible mountain, who burns all the impurities of the Kali age, be moved to pity.
May the Lord who ever sleeps on the ocean of milk, who is swarthy as a blue lotus and has eyes resembling a pair of full-blown red lotuses, take up His abode in my heart.
May the crusher of cupid, Lord Shiv, whose form resembles in colour the jasmine flower and the moon, consort of Goddess Parvati, an abode of compassion & fond of the afflicted, be gracious.