Sundara Kãnda: Hanuman's Odyssey, BS Murthy [classic book list txt] 📗

Seetha as lioness
In some zoo for jungle mate. 
 
With her thick plait Seetha looked
Like earth with its well-grown trees.

 

Fed by Rama’s thoughts Seetha 
Lived she just by breathing air.

 

That her man might slay Ravan
Prayed she gods all in reverence.
 
It was in that state Ravan
Found the one he craved no end. 

 

Canto 20

Womanizer at Work

 

To fair Seetha he confined
Spoke then Ravan in disdain. 
 
With thy pair of lovely hands
Why block sight of thy bosom 
Hope it’s not the fear of me
Prompts thee squat in like fashion. 
 
Is a beauty like thine ever 
And a lover than me better!
 
What to fear in this Lanka
Lost whose Lord his heart to thee.
 
Fair it’s not for thee to blame
Granted when it’s to our ilk  
Force we might all women we fond  
Never mind ever their state of mind.
 
Crave as I for thine embrace
Wait I though for thy consent.

 

Fill thy heart with love for me
Let not fear ever grip thy mind.

 

Having known my love for thee
Don’t thou know that it’s not fair
That thee should fail thy upkeep
And thus make me sad for thee.

 

From heaven I fetch garments such
To make thee best dressed dame on earth.
 
For thy wear I get jewels
Not even by angels worn.
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Thou being the crown jewel 
Of the feminine world at large
How come then thou shun jewels! 

 

Knowing as well youth is like
River that courses to the seas 
Why not grant me thy favour
And thus make the best of life.

Since there none to rival thee
Having set the hallmark thus
Looks like Brahma ceased His work.
 
Perchance He now espies thee 
Finding thou so well endowed 
What with such rare sex appeal
Would He ever quit ogling thee? 
 
Such is beauty of thy frame
Wherever I look I get stuck. 
 
Dearth there none for mates for me
Brought them in scores from all lands 
Yet I’ve taken to thy charms
Make I thee my Queen of Hearts.
 
Gods from I got such ransom
Made me that the richest man, 
Not to speak of self as well
Won’t I place all at thy feet.
 
Worlds I conquered all the three
Wealth of nations I plundered
Consent if thou to take me
Gift all that to thy father.
 
None is there in heaven ’n earth
Dares who ever to cross my path.
 
Dust I made to bite enemies  
Burnt their standards in their sight.

 

Since no one can rescue thee
Better thee tie thy life with me.
Know I value thee no end
Turn thy mind to life at hand.
 
Spend thy days in royal ways
Make we love in nights for long.

 

Having enslaved my heart now
Might well treat me as thy slave.
 
Weigh if thee that Ram and me
In the scale of thy interest
Won’t thou know the way it tilts?

 

Lost he crown when all too young   
Could have died though not so old.
 
What if he still lives on earth
Gets he how a clue of thee?
 
Were he to get wind of thee
How doth he dare to face me?
 
O dear lady thou have won
The heart of mine the ladies man.

 O femme fatale as I burn 
For the possession of thy frame
Fail I women all who crave me. 
 
See all these are queens no less
Make them willing maids to thee.
 
Served as thus by all of them
Won’t thou look a goddess then?

 In the Pushpak that I won
Come to live like favoured one. 
 
If ever thy man regains crown
Would he make a patch on me? 
 
So that I add honey as well
Know thy buttered side of bread.
 
Lovebirds like we all our life
Live ever making love no end. 

 

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.

 

Canto 22

Deadline to Death

 

Hurt as he by Seetha’s taunts
Spoke thus Ravan in harsh tone.

Wonder the way women all tend
Tends as enamoured man of them,
As though his stock fell so low
Tend they all to belittle him.

 

If not for my love for thee
Rein in how could my anger!

 

It’s but fondness for thee mine 
Makes me spare the day for thee.

 

But for the fact thou won me
Head thine would have rolled by now.

 

Know the way thee rubbished me
Should’ve earned thee third degree.

 

Afflicted though by his lust
Couldn’t take Ravan Seetha’s snub.

 

Months two more is all I give
For thee to choose death or me.

 

Fail if thou to bed with me
Make thy flesh then my breakfast.

 

Feared all angels having heard
Threat that Ravan’s to Seetha.

 

Concern theirs for Seetha then
Made them signal her welfare.

 

Assured thus of angelic grace
Spoketh Seetha thus assured:

 

To put the right into thy head
Sad O Ravan thee have none.

 

Knowing that I’m Rama’s wife
Thinks fit none to day-dream me.

 

For the sin of snaring me
Escape there none thee from death.

 

Bid in thine to kidnap me
If not for thy fear of Ram
Why thee contrived his absence?

 

What to make of thy valour
Boast thou as from safe distance
From my Lord thou fear to face?

 

Ogle as thee Rama’s wife
Wonder how thou turned not blind?

 

Abused as thou my Lord Ram
How come thou not turned yet dumb!

 

Given if Rama me the nod
Power I have to burn thee now.

 

It’s no joke to dupe my man
Ruse it’s but of thine own fate
Helped thee thus to hijack me
So that my Lord sees thy end.

 

For that cowardly act of thine
Boasts of thine all sound hollow. 

 

Enraged by her words Ravan
Stared at her in seething rage.

 

Shook he as in burning wrath
Stilted sideways his gold crown. 

 

Turned as his, eyes blood red
Peeled off sandal paste on him.

 

Turned to lumps of coal at once
Diamonds of his waist-band then.

 

On his arms with gold epaulets
Hair his stood all in straight lines. 

 

Ear-rings his of bright corals 
Matched they both the rising sun. 

 

In his rage did Ravan seem
Like the funeral pyre on fire.

 

Hissed then Ravan in anger
Spoke to her thus in despair.

 

But for lack of common sense
How can someone fall for Ram!

 

Looks like I have lost patience
Time I end thy rein on life.

 

Having spoken to Ram’s wife
Addressed Ravan his own folk.

Know I lost my heart to her
Kept I whom as thy captive.

 

For the possession of this lass
Passion mine is ever on raise.

 

Until she takes me in arms
I can’t have the peace of mind.

 

If she were to turn my queen
Make her see the life in store.

 

Pander her to my embrace
Pamper would I her in bed.

 

Fails if she to fall in line
Torture all the way to hell.

 

Came at that an ardent dame
Spoke she then in passion thus:

 

Make me thine in heat Ravan
What thou get from this cold fish?

 

Brahma seems to have deprived 
Her the chance to bed with thee.

 

Requites not if lass his love
Won’t she turn a pain in neck?

 

Mounts if man a dame in want
Takes she would him to his cum,
Having said that lass on heat
Forced then Ravan fence across. 

 

Turned as ground their makeshift bed
Seemed as though the earth had quaked.

 

Came as he back from that jaunt
Led Ravan his women all home.

 

Went as he thus to Pushpak
Left was Seetha in panic.

 

Canto 23

Guards that Pander

 

To see Ravan off the grove
Followed suit then guards all there.

 

At the bidding of their king
Trooped they all back to Seetha. 

 

Felt they disgust for Seetha
That she rubbished Ravan thus. 

 

Sang they praises of Ravan
Sense they tried to put in her.

 

In time lost a guard temper
And then spoke to Seetha thus:

 

Great grandad of king Ravan
Is none other than Lord Brahma.

 

Ravan’s father Visravas
Was the son of Pulasthyu.

 

Looks thy wits have gone astray
To snub Brahma’s great grandson.

 

To give Seetha more of lead
Harijata took the baton then. 

 

Don’t thee know that Ravan’s might
Made all demigods turn their backs?

 

To make Ravan thine own man
Wonder how thou take so long?

  

To entice Seetha for their Lord
Praised then Praghasa thus Ravan: 

 

Loves no less his queen Ravan
Looks whose make thee pale even
That’s why it’s all seem so strange
That our king should take to thee.

 

Harem his filled to the brim
With beauties of rarest kind 
Who would rival thee no less. 

 

Taunting Seetha as her wont
Took-off then an amorous one.

 

Dames all die to climb his bed
Craves he but to bed with thee
Seem thou fail to well perceive 
What’s it like his lovemaking?

 

Sun said another in same vein
Looks so pale at Ravan’s glow. 

 

Why thou fail to bask thyself
In the embrace of such man?

 

At thy feet is king of kings

Well be thou in Ravan’s bed
Why thee opt for then deathbed.

 

 

Canto 24

Carrot and Stick

 

Finding Seetha still unmoved
Thought the better of guards all then
Brought they dreamland close to her.

 

Said they all in one tone then
None there ever a Pushpak like
In which Ravan keeps his queens.

 

For thy man the Lankan gates
Out of bounds by Ravan made 
Stop thy lament for lost cause
Make the best as Lankan queen.

 

Know Ravan is Fortune One
Takes thee as his beloved one
Grant he would thine every wish.

 

Even one-night stand with him
Make thee forget thy man’s want
Lost who throne ’n failed thee