Doha 273
बिहसि लखनु बोले मृदु बानी। अहो मुनीसु महा भटमानी॥ पुनि पुनि मोहि देखाव कुठारू। चहत उड़ावन फूँकि पहारू॥१॥
इहाँ कुम्हड़बतिया कोउ नाहीं। जे तरजनी देखि मरि जाहीं॥ देखि कुठारु सरासन बाना। मैं कछु कहा सहित अभिमाना॥२॥
भृगुसुत समुझि जनेउ बिलोकी। जो कछु कहहु सहउँ रिस रोकी॥ सुर महिसुर हरिजन अरु गाई। हमरें कुल इन्ह पर न सुराई॥३॥
बधें पापु अपकीरति हारें। मारतहूँ पा परिअ तुम्हारें॥ कोटि कुलिस सम बचनु तुम्हारा। ब्यर्थ धरहु धनु बान कुठारा॥४॥
Meaning
Lakṣmaṇa smilingly retorted in a mild tone, “Ah, the great sage considers himself an extraordinary warrior! He flaunts his axe before me again and again, as if he would blow away a mountain with a mere puff of breath. (1) “Here there is no pumpkin in the bud that would wither away as soon as an index finger is raised against it. It was only when I saw you armed with an axe and a bow and arrows that I spoke with some self-esteem. (2) “Now that I understand you are a descendant of Bhṛgu and perceive the sacred thread on your person, I suppress my anger and put up with whatever you say. In our family valour is never shown against gods, the Brāhmaṇas, devotees of Śrī Hari and the cow. (3) “For by killing any of these we incur sin while a defeat at their hands will bring disgrace on us. We should throw ourselves at your feet even if you strike us. Every word of yours is as piercing as millions of thunderbolts; the bow and arrows and the axe you carry unnecessarily. (4)
जो बिलोकि अनुचित कहेउँ छमहु महामुनि धीर। सुनि सरोष भृगुबंसमनि बोले गिरा गभीर॥२७३॥
Meaning
“Pardon me, O great and illumined hermit, if I have said anything unseemly (at the sight of your weapons).” Hearing this, Paraśurāma, the jewel of Bhṛgu’s race, furiously rejoined in a deep voice: (273)
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