Rama is infinite, and infinite his excellences; infinite are his births, his deeds and his names. Drops of water (in a shower of rain) may be counted or the particles of earth’s dust, but the exploits of Raghunatha cannot be recounted in full.

This sacred story enables one to reach the abode of Hari and whoever hears it is blessed with unwavering devotion. O Uma, I have related in full the delectable story that Bhushundi recited to the king of the birds.

I have thus recounted a few of Rama’s virtues; now tell me, Bhavani, what am I to recount next?’ Parvati rejoiced to have heard the blessed tale, and in exceedingly polite and soft accents she replied,

Thrice blessed am I, O foe of the demon Tripura, to have heard the story of Rama’s excellences that put an end to the dread of rebirth.

By your grace, O Lord of mercy, I have now attained the object of my life and have no delusion left in me; for I have realized the greatness of Rama, the Lord who is the sum of all knowledge and joy.’

Your lips, O Lord of resolute mind, let flow the story of Raghubira as the moon lets flow nectar, and my soul knows no satiety as I drink it in through the pitchers of my ears.

Those who tire of hearing the exploits of Rama have little known their peculiar savour. Even those great sages who have won final beatitude while yet alive listen for ever to the praise of the Lord’s virtues.