Though to kingdom the rightful heir,

Never attached to what was there.

In an instant everything to quit,

When by Kaikeyi’s envy hit.

Like in everything a customer cool,

No issue if Bharata next to rule.

To such a Lord only can I give,

All thoughts, words and deeds to live.

Order coming from Dasharatha when,

Quickly preparing for forest then.

Respecting command from father stating,

Rama leaving without hesitating.

Always honor of others to consider,

How from clutches of maya to deliver.

With perfect consciousness body leaving,

Through Lord liberation receiving.

Always thinking for others benefitting,

No qualms in throne and kingdom quitting.

Harsh words from step-mother sent,

Into the desolate forest Shri Rama went.

Why not myself a little austerity to try?

For strength on Lord’s path to rely.

Then always of Him with brother and wife,

Thinking of their feet, my soul and my life.

Rama’s wife, most beautiful is she,

Brahmacharya vow, most renounced is He.

In this way couple in forest living,

After Kaikeyi order of exile giving.

Never a hardship for Him so,

The same in any place can go.

So austerity just a little for me,

To help in their Divine vision to see.

In darkness of night, when not expected to move,

Preying on innocent, never to lose.

Something changed for them when,

Young Rama by sage Vishvamitra then.

No more the destruction and terror,

Just punishment now for their error.

Not scared, without blinking an eye,

Lord fierce arrow from bow to let fly.

By killing innocent sages respected,

To skate from law Rakshasas expected.

Successful in past so many times,

Adharma winning, in victory to shine.

Then Rama and His brother came,

An end to terror, no more the same.

Maricha and company their punishment getting,

By Lord’s arrows from illustrious bow setting.

At that one who Shiva’s bow took,

At His charming smile just have a look.

See compassion and kindness without end,

Know that to all the same to extend.

Caring not from where you came,

Only whether attached to His name.

From today devotion to Him give,

And no more in misery live.

Since in maya spent so much time,

Hopeless is this effort of mine.

Of spiritual life only a pretend,

Soon back in illusion to spend.

Rama, my hope and savior still,

Whose glories the Ramayana pages fill.

Even if punishment in hellish region to reap,

Image of Lakshmana’s brother always to keep.

Rama stout, handsome and strong,

Like banyan limbs equally long.

From His smile compassion expressed,

Auspicious collarbone slightly depressed.

Defending the pious wherever to go,

Teaching lesson to ogres, lowest of low.

That Lord never can I forsake,

His image in mind wherever to take.

Since time and space endless to go,

Supreme Lord difficult to know.

Rama of glories without end,

As Supersoul everywhere to extend.

About Lord sure of important thing one,

That higher priority than devotees to Him none.

Lakshmana always with Him taking,

Brothers and family never forsaking.