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—समुझाय फेरे पदपीठ दिए हैं ॥ वसे नंदिग्राम रामपादुका को राजा करि पूजें रसरङ्गमणी प्रेम बरत लिए हैं । धन्य श्रीभरत रामनाम उचरत नीर नैनन झरत सीताराम ध्यान हिए हैं ॥१६॥ प्रेममयी डोलनि सुप्रेममयी बोलनि है प्रेम अनमोलनि सुनाम उचरत की । प्रेममयी अकनि सु प्रेममयी तकनि है प्रेममयी छकनि लकावनि तुरत की ॥ प्रेममयी सूरति सुप्रेम उर पूरति या ‘रसराम’ सूरति कभूँ न विसरत की । पै प्रेममयी सुमति श्रीरामप्रेम उमगाति दायिनी संगति धन्य भगत भरत की ॥१७॥ इति श्रीअयोध्याकाण्डं सम्पूर्णम् ॥ अथ आरण्यकाण्डारम्भः ॥ कवित्त ॥ राम चित्रकूटते चले मिलत अत्रिकाहि बधे कबन्ध विराध गाइ भाव ताके अङ्ग को । आए सरभंग पाहि सुनि मिले प्रेम मागि भक्तिवर देह दाहे तजे सब सङ्ग को ॥ ऋषिन के अस्थि देखि निशिचर मारिहौं किए कृपासिंधु पन अति अभङ्ग को । गवने लखन सिया सङ्ग राम रसरङ्ग सुमिरि सुतीच्छन के प्रेम के प्रसङ्ग को ॥१८॥ सुने सिया राघव लखन चले आवत हैं तुम्हें प्रभु अबहीं मिलेंगे मोद माँचि माँचि । उठे अकुलाय चले धाय पुलकाय हिए कहें विधि सपनो कि सुनी सोई साँचि साँचि ॥ सूझत न बाट छके निहमे निराट मन मोद उद्घाट रसराम रङ्ग राँचि राँचि । रामप्रेमी तीच्छन सुतीच्छन पवे चच्छन बहत आँसु इच्छन सगुन गावें नाँचि नाँचि—
Fresh English translation
—but the Lord reasoned with him and turned him back, giving him the foot-throne bearing his sandals. Bharata dwelt at Nandigrāma, worshipping Rāma’s sandals as king, and adopted a vow of love, says Rasarangamaṇi. Blessed is Śrī Bharata, uttering Rāma’s Name, tears streaming from his eyes, with meditation on Sītā-Rāma in his heart. His movement is made of love, his speech of perfect love, and his utterance of the holy Name is priceless love. His hearing is made of love, his gaze of perfect love, and his absorption and concealment are love’s immediate work. His appearance is made of love, filling the heart with perfect love; the form of this ‘Rasa-Rāma’ is never forgotten. But above all, Bharata’s loving wisdom makes love for Śrī Rāma surge: blessed is the company of that devotee. Thus the Ayodhyākāṇḍa is complete. Now begins the Araṇyakāṇḍa. Rāma left Citrakūṭa, met Atri, slew Kabandha and Virādha, and sang the devotional feeling embodied in the sage. Coming to Śarabhaṅga, he heard him, met him, and granted the excellent devotion he asked; the sage burned his body and abandoned every attachment. Seeing the sages’ bones, the ocean of grace made the unbreakable vow, ‘I shall kill the night-roamers.’ Rāma travelled with Lakṣmaṇa and Sītā, remembering the episode of Sutīkṣṇa’s love. Sutīkṣṇa heard: ‘Sītā, Rāghava, and Lakṣmaṇa are approaching; you will meet the Lord this very moment!’ Delight swelled. Distraught he rose and ran, every hair thrilled, asking fate, ‘Is this a dream, or is what I heard truly true?’ He could not see the path; intoxicated, unrestrained, and with the mind’s joy thrown open, he was dyed again and again in the colour of Rasa-Rāma. Rāma’s lover Sutīkṣṇa became utterly still, tears flowing from his eyes, singing auspicious songs, dancing and dancing—