Bharata would never be intoxicated with sovereign power, even though he attained to the position of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva. What ! can a few drops of sour gruel curdle the Ocean of Milk?

Sooner may darkness swallow the midday sooner may the heavens be absorbed into the clouds, sooner may the jar-born sage Agastya (who swallowed up the ocean) be drowned in the puddle of a cow’s footprint, or earth abandon its natural forbearance,

-sooner may Mount Meru be blown away by a puff of wind discharged from the mouth of a mosquito than Bharata, brother, suffer from pride of kingly power. O Lakshmana, I swear by you and by our father, there is no brother so good and innocent as Bharata.

God, dear brother, creates the world by mixing the milk of virtue with the water of sin; Bharata is a swan born in the lake of the Solar race to separate the evil from the good.

He chose the milk of goodness and discarded the water of evil and with his glory illuminated the whole world.’ While he thus recited Bharata’s virtues, amiability and noble disposition, Raghunatha was drowned in the ocean of love.

On hearing the speech of Rama and beholding his affection for Bharata, all the gods sang his praises, saying: ‘What Lord is there so compassionate as Rama?

If Bharata had not been born into the world, who would have upheld the cause of all righteousness upon the earth? Who but yourself, O Raghunatha, can comprehend the tale of Bharata’s good qualities that are unapproachable even to the race of bards?’