O Bhargava, son of Bhruga, protector of the weak

please grant me happiness, O famous one

 

Please don’t be angry at my young sons

bless them please, O great sage

 

I am your slave, my sage, and please

don’t be angry at my sons

 

O great sage, I am weak and please desist

from any attempt to kill my son

 

Sloka:
King Janaka, with much enthusiasm, soon had his servants bring the Thryambakam bow, which shines like the sun, to the chamber and respectfully addressed the Sage thus.
 

O son of Kusika, crown of sages, world-renowned,

most tactful and with malice towards none

 

This is the bow famous over the three worlds

many are the kings striven to lift it and lost out