A Companion Teaches the Queen Not to Measure Radiance

सखि सब कौतुक देखनिहारे। जेठ कहावत हितू हमारे।। कोउ न बुझाइ कहइ गुर पाहीं। ए बालक असि हठ भलि नाहीं।। रावन बान छुआ नहिं चापा। हारे सकल भूप करि दापा।। सो धनु राजकुअँर कर देहीं। बाल मराल कि मंदर लेहीं।। भूप सयानप सकल सिरानी। सखि बिधि गति कछु जाति न जानी।। बोली चतुर सखी मृदु बानी। तेजवंत लघु गनिअ न रानी।। कहँ कुंभज कहँ सिंधु अपारा। सोषेउ सुजसु सकल संसारा।। रबि मंडल देखत लघु लागा। उदयँ तासु तिभुवन तम भागा।।

All my friends merely watch this spectacle, and my so-called elder well-wishers say nothing useful. Not one of them advises the Guru: 'This stubbornness in a young boy will not end well.' Ravana himself could not so much as touch the bow. Every king who tried was humbled despite his pride. And now they would place that same bow in the hands of a young prince? Can a baby swan lift Mount Mandara? All the wisdom of these kings has come to nothing. O friend, the ways of Providence are beyond anyone's knowing. A wise companion then spoke in gentle tones: 'O Queen, the radiant should never be judged by their size. Consider: where is the small pot-born sage Agastya, and where is the boundless ocean? Yet he drank it dry, and his glory filled the world. The sun's disc looks tiny to the eye, yet the moment it rises, darkness flees from all three worlds.'