Sundara Kanda: Hanuman's Odyssey by BS Murthy - HTML preview

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Canto 21

Steadfast in Love

 

Hurt by Ravan’s words Seetha

Spoke to him thus in smooth tone.

 

How thou belittle my Lord Ram!

Doth it behove a learned man?

 

Blinded by thy lust Ravan

Fail thou see the God in Ram.

 

Having lovely wives in scores

Why eye me Ram’s only wife?

 

How come thou think Rama’s wife

Would ever bed with another man!

 

Pray thee divert from me lust

Engage all thy women in want.

 

Want as thou thy wives loyal

Let me be bound to my man.

 

Lust if thou for another’s wife

Won’t thou know that mars thy life?

 

That thee take the righteous path

Won’t’ thou have a right counsel? 

 

Wonder how thee fail to see

Lanka by thine act would rue.

 

History all know bears witness

Ruined are kingdoms ruled by vile.

 

If thou wish thy Lanka well

Better bear that in mind O king.

 

Well O Ravan wicked as thee

Sure thou die like some street dog.

 

Hear as all those by thee hurt

Sure they feel good at thy death.

 

Sever as its rays never from sun

Never I would wean from my Ram.

 

Had I Rama’s arm for rest

Is there better for thee to give?

 

Gain as wisdom read who Vedas

It’s my Lord who gained my hand.

 

Help as might a gamekeeper

Beast on heat to find its mate

Let me lovelorn meet my man.

 

Why thou want to ruin thyself

Why not fences mend with Ram.

 

My Lord I tell is large hearted

Treats he kindly those penitent. 

 

Take O Ravan my counsel

So thou could live for so long.

 

Plead I would thy case with Ram

Though thou hurt my cause no end.

 

Scare thou might the death even

Escape there none from his wrath.

 

Comes when Rama with war cry

Thou then shiver in thine own shoes.

 

Leave my Lord the king archer

Can thou stand up to Lakshman?

 

Come their arrows thick and fast

Where thee find some place to hide?

 

Know it won’t be beyond my man

Lakshman being there with him

To hunt down thee all to last man.

 

It’s no big deal for my man

To take me back by slaying thee.

 

Having known thy limitations

To confront my man in person

Don’t I know that thou contrived

That golden deer to keep him out.

Shame on thee O low Ravan

With that golden deer as ruse

The way thou snared me to Lanka.

 

It’s one thing to trick me then

When my man was not at home

As thou face Ram ’n Lakshman

Ball game it would be different.

 

Canst thou hold their little fingers

How can then thou fight them both?

 

Scorch as sun-rays ponds there all

Sharp their arrows sieve thy frame.

 

Earned as thee, wrath of Ram

Know thine end is so near end.