LAVA KUSA (UTTARAKANDA)
After his coronation in Ayodhya,
It was the first night for Rama.
His arrival enhanced the delight
Of the citizens, who nicely slept.
The night ended and day broke.
The day started with gentle music.
Rama woke up to the song,
That musician gently sang.
"Your prowess, intelligence,
Glory, virtue, forbearance,
All are beyond comparison,
Oh jewel among men! "
"Oh gentle hero, get up
The world is buried in sleep
While you're still asleep,
They'll get up if you wake up."
Like this, they woke him,
Early morn, at the right time.
Hearing their music sound,
Rama got up from his bed.
After bath, visit to the temple,
Courtesy calls with people,
High dignitaries, Veda Pundits,
He was surrounded by courtiers.
In this way, Rama did daily
His royal duties regularly,
Administering all the affairs,
Local and outlaying districts.
After some days Rama
Spoke to King Janaka
With his folded hands,
With all due respesct.
"Oh King, it's our pleasure,
To remain with you here,
As you've always fostered us,
And for the support you give us."
"With our formidable prowess,
Born out of your austerities,
And our alliance unequalled,
Ravana, by me, was killed,
"These valuable presents
You'll please accept,
With your own generosity
And then proceed to your city."
"My brothers, Bharata,
And also Satrughna,
Both, with respect to you,
Will be escorting you/"
Janaka replied, "Oh King,
While accepting these things,
Let me bestow these valuables
On Sita, my daughter, please."
One after another, like this
Departed from that place,
Kings of Kasi, Kekayas,
And all other guests.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely narration. A pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.