Champa 20 mathras

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Oh! My dear soul

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Sloka:

Thereafter, one Brahmin couple, embracing their childred seated on their lap, and with utmost terror from demon Baka, wept and articulated thus to ech other

Oh! My dear soul, what shall I do now here?

God’s will – could anyone obstruct that? Oh! God, God! This grief – how can I express!!

The horrendous Bakan – to take for him – there is none other than me!!

If it gets delayed a bit, like the god of death he would be seen near us

 

Hail! Hail, the one rich with penance

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Sloka:
Dharmaputra, naturally an initiator, along with his guru (Dhaumya) who was already present, approached the the one deployed by foe, and spoke thus with enclosed palms.
 
Hail! Hail, the one rich with penance, great-minded –
Now, my birth has borne fruit – by the sight of you.
 
For now, all my miseries  have been eliminated, and – 
I was blessed even before, certainly
would be for good – this visit of yours.
 
Hey, the one borne from a Siva, noble-minded,

Hail, the one who glow the peak of Mountain

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Hail, the one who glow the peak of Mountain,
Hail the one who has powerful glaring rays –
hail you, who is like the wildfire of the forest of grief.
 
Hey the Sun, kind-hearted, the shining Lord.
 
The city with royal houses surrounded by huge walls,
after living there, for us, the life here in the forest is not joyful
 
May that be as it is, Today I have another concern that grows in mind ,
Am conveying that with hope now
 

Therafter the God of Rays

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Therafter the God of Rays, retracted the hot energy waves, presented himself before the the pot of respect and devotion and spoke thus – After all this is the nature of those who follow the right path. 

 

[With chenda beaten on the loose end, the screen is lowered and sun-god appears. Dharmaputra bows down in utmost respect.]

Who is this coming here

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Sloka 1:
Requested thus by wife, Bheema, the shining one, holding a club, approached mount Gandhamadana.  By his stamping of foot, the inhabitant creatures were thrown away,  It was as if the mountain itself was screaming.

Sloka 2:

The beautiful  Panchali’s swift looks – that fell on him – provided as the food for way.  Taking that, that adventurous Bheema, walked, terrifying all the creatures and arrived at the Gardens.

Sloka 3:

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