AT that time came Narada, lute in hand and began to sing Sri Rama's sweet renown, which always has a fresh charm about it,
REGARD me, O lotus eyed Lord, O reliever of anxiety, with a benignant look, dark of hue as the blue lotus, O Hari, you are as it were a bee enjoying the honey of the lotus heart of lord Shiva, shattering the might of the demons hosts, you bring delight to saints and sages, and wipe out sins,
BENEFICENT to the Brahmans as a mass of fresh clouds to thirsty crops,
YOU are the might of your arm you have crushed earth's enormous burden and ingeniously killed deadliest demons,
HAILS line of king Dasaratha, your fair renown is familiar to Vedas and Puranas, and sung in congregations of gods, sages and saints, crushing false pride in your mercy you are clever in everyway,
YOUR very name wipes out the impurities of Kali age and destroy worldly attachments,
PRAY protect the suppliant, O Lord, having recounted the glory of Lord Sage returned to Brahma's abode, enshrining the ocean of beauty in his heart,
MAY lord bless all,
THANKS please