That illusion is Raghubira’s own handmaid; though unreal when understood, there is no release from her grip except by Rama’s grace; this I assert, my lord, and vouch for the truth of it.

The same illusion that has made a puppet of the whole world and whose ways are unknown to anyone, is herself set a-dancing with all her troupe, like an actress on the stage, O king of birds, by the play of the Lord’s eyebrows.

For Rama is the sum of truth and intelligence and bliss (the One self-existing Brahma), the uncreated, wisdom personified, the home of all perfections, pervading all and all that is pervaded, indivisible, infinite, the Blessed Lord of unfailing power,

Unqualified, supreme, transcending speech and the other senses, all-seeing, irreproachable and invincible, unattached, formless, without illusion, eternal and untainted by Maya, very bliss,

Beyond nature, the omnipotent Lord who dwells in every heart, desireless, free from passion and imperishable Absolute. In him delusion finds no ground to stand upon; can the shades of darkness ever face the sun?

For the sake of his devotees, the Blessed Lord Rama assumed the form of an earthly sovereign and played his most holy part in the manner of an ordinary man,

just as an actor, while playing upon the stage, assumes a variety of disguises and exhibits different characters in keeping with his dress, but himself remains the same.