Canto 37 Aborted Move In time Seetha gave Hanuman The key to state of mind of hers. That my man is so constant Lifts my spirits all well to skies But the news of his despair Pulls me down back to square one. Vices if were to drag down Man on road of his misery In the plenty of riches Forever loses man his course, Can one really overcome What is ordained by his fate? Won’t my story underscore Aspect this of life on earth. In the high seas of sorrows Boat of my