Doha 70
भागे भालु बलीमुख जूथा। बृकु बिलोकि जिमि मेष बरूथा॥ चले भागि कपि भालु भवानी। बिकल पुकारत आरत बानी॥१॥
यह निसिचर दुकाल सम अहई। कपिकुल देस परन अब चहई॥ कृपा बारिधर राम खरारी। पाहि पाहि प्रनतारति हारी॥२॥
सकरुन बचन सुनत भगवाना। चले सुधारि सरासन बाना॥ राम सेन निज पाछें घाली। चले सकोप महा बलसाली॥३॥
खैंचि धनुष सर सत संधाने। छूटे तीर सरीर समाने॥ लागत सर धावा रिस भरा। कुधर डगमगत डोलति धरा॥४॥
लीन्ह एक तेहिं सैल उपाटी। रघुकुल तिलक भुजा सोइ काटी॥ धावा बाम बाहु गिरि धारी। प्रभु सोउ भुजा काटि महि पारी॥५॥
काटें भुजा सोह खल कैसा। पच्छहीन मंदर गिरि जैसा॥ उग्र बिलोकनि प्रभुहि बिलोका। ग्रसन चहत मानहुँ त्रैलोका॥६॥
Meaning
Hosts of bears and monkeys fled like flocks of sheep at the sight of a wolf. The monkeys and bears, O Bhavānī, turned tail in terror, crying in a piteous voice: (1) “Yonder demon is like unto a famine, which threatens to visit this land in the shape of the monkey host. Therefore, O Lord Rāma, Slayer of Khara, the cloud laden with the water of compassion, reliever of the suppliants’ agony, save us, protect us.” (2) The moment the Lord heard the pathetic words He advanced to meet him, putting His bow and arrows in order. Placing His army in the rear, the most powerful Śrī Rāma marched ahead, full of indignation. (3) Pulling the string of His bow, He shot a hundred arrows; they flew and disappeared into the demon’s body. Even as the arrows struck him the demon rushed forth burning with rage; the mountains staggered and the earth shook as he ran. (4) He tore up a rock; but Śrī Rāma, the Glory of Raghu’s race, cut off the arm that bore it. He then rushed forward with the rock in his left hand; but the Lord struck off even that arm to the ground. (5) Thus shorn of his arms, the wretched demon resembled Mount Mandara without its wings. He cast a fierce look on the Lord as if ready to devour all the three spheres. (6)
करि चिक्कार घोर अति धावा बदनु पसारि। गगन सिद्ध सुर त्रासित हा हा हेति पुकारि॥७०॥
Meaning
With a most terrible yell he rushed forth with his mouth wide open. The Siddhas and gods in the heavens shouted in great alarm “Ah, alas, dear me!” (70)
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