Rama Rides Pushpaka While the Mind Bee Rests at His Lotus Feet
Uttara Kanda, Shloka 3
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Rama sits upon Pushpaka, Lord of Janaki and crown of Raghu's line. His complexion carries the deep blue of a peacock's throat. Yellow silk shines against it, lotus eyes remain gracious, and bow and arrows rest in his hands while Lakshmana serves and the vanara host surrounds him.
The invocation descends to the tender lotus feet of Kosala's Lord, honored by Brahma and Mahesh and caressed by Janaki's lotus hands. The devotee's mind becomes a bee that has found those feet and refuses every other flower.
Then praise turns toward Shankara, Lord of Ambika, fair as jasmine and the moon's inner brightness, giver of cherished fulfillment. His eyes are compassionate blue lotuses, and he has conquered Kama. Rama returning through the sky, the mind resting at Rama's feet, and Shiva opening the telling form the triple threshold of Uttara Kanda.
The final Kanda opens in the sky, at Rama's feet, and within Shiva's moon bright compassion.
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केकीकण्ठाभनीलं सुरवरविलसद्विप्रपादाब्जचिह्नं शोभाढ्यं पीतवस्त्रं सरसिजनयनं सर्वदा सुप्रसन्नम्। पाणौ नाराचचापं कपिनिकरयुतं बन्धुना सेव्यमानं नौमीड्यं जानकीशं रघुवरमनिशं पुष्पकारूढरामम्।।1।। कोसलेन्द्रपदकञ्जमञ्जुलौ कोमलावजमहेशवन्दितौ। जानकीकरसरोजलालितौ चिन्तकस्य मनभृङ्गसड्गिनौ।।2।। कुन्दइन्दुदरगौरसुन्दरं अम्बिकापतिमभीष्टसिद्धिदम्। कारुणीककलकञ्जलोचनं नौमि शंकरमनंगमोचनम्।।3।।
I bow unceasingly to Sri Rama, Lord of Janaki, best of Raghu's line, seated upon the Pushpaka chariot. His complexion shines blue-green like a peacock's throat. His feet bear the auspicious marks that grace the lotus-feet of brahmins. Radiant in yellow silk, with lotus eyes ever serene, He holds bow and arrow in hand. The monkey host surrounds Him, and His brother Lakshmana serves Him. To this praiseworthy Lord I bow without end. The lovely, tender lotus-feet of the Lord of Kosala, worshipped by Brahma and Maheshvara alike, caressed by the lotus-hands of Janaki: upon those feet the bee of the devotee's mind alights and never leaves. I bow to Shankara, fair as jasmine and the inner glow of the moon, Lord of Ambika, grantor of all heart's desires, whose eyes are compassionate blue lotuses, the destroyer of Kama.