Came down Rama’s aid on us,
Torched as he thus one by one
With his burning tail I saw
Came down Rama’s aid on us,
Torched as he thus one by one
Went up in flames homes of all.
Saw I men folk of Lanka
Apply cow dung on their wives.
So to escape Rama’s wrath
Better we into woods retreat.
No man ever spares tormentors
Of the woman he comes to love.
Stop thy tirade at Seetha
Seek her pardon for thy life.
Portend but well such dreams all
For those hapless women forlorn.
Count thou on her good nature
Though all thee had abused her.
Nothing but her forgiveness
Can save us from Rama’s ire.
Take this all as just bad patch
In her glorious reign on earth.
In the regal mien of queen
Seen I Seetha with Rama
Flying back to her native.
Portends trouble to our Ravan
At the hands of Seetha’s man.
See that eyelid left her twitch
Fetches it news her all good.
Shoulder as her left spasms
It’s but signal troubles exit.
See I quivering her left thigh
Know it portends no different.
Heard I some bird tell Seetha
Expect she could her man soon.
Having heard what Trijata said
In her goodness Rama’s wife
Promised them all safe passage
As and when Ram comes chasing.