Canto 59
Pep Talk to Peers
Having told the main story
Fillips these then gave Hanuman.
Heartened that I found Seetha
Glued I then to Rama’s thought.
Lays who store on spouse like her
Woman there none so ever like her.
Ravan is no common man
For he survived Seetha’s ire.
Can turn Seetha to ashes
With her looks the gods even
Should they come ever coveting her,
But Ravan who laid on her
Hands his as he kidnapped her
Came out unscathed from her wrath.
How I wish that I could have
Brought her back to meet her man.
On my own then I could have
Killed all Lankans with Ravan.
Land as we all in Lanka
What would Ravan’s fate be then?
For me to slay all of them
Could have taken day or two,
So to bring them to their knees
Need we but an hour at most.
But then Ravan’s eldest son
By no means a pushover,
Dared he as well subdued too
None the less than Lord Indra,
Shy as gods all from him thus
Hails him world as Indrajit.
How I wish to fly back now
So to make him bite the dust.
With thy blessings on my own
Conquer could I all three worlds.
Were Jambavan to confront him
Where would Ravan hide his head?
Won’t our Angad on his own
Give a run to demons there all.
We’ve Neel ’n Panasa too
Need but fists to smash mountains.
None there ever in angels too
Match who might well Manduni.
What to speak of Dwividu then
Comes when it to fighting foes.
These two of the Aswin clan
Ever eager to fight such wars.
Come not to grief they in wars
Blessed are thus by Lord Brahma.
Partook both they nectar then
Subdued when they angels all.
Having them at our forefront
For us on the Lankan shores
Figure it would make but picnic.
Fire as I set to Lanka
Prayed all Lankans to Lord Ram.
Ram ’n Lakshman I extolled
Besides vanar Lord Sugreev.
Wondered as they who I was
Gave them that I’m Vayu’s son.
As I reached her to take leave
Found Seetha in great distress.
Amidst the guards who circled her
Seemed she full moon sunk in clouds.
Confined as thus by Ravan
Lost she none the sight of Ram.
Thinks she none of another man
Breathes she air that sounds Rama.
Wore she saree same old one
That which she had on her then
Snared when Ravan so long back.
Plaited she seems not her hair
Ever since she was thus confined.
Wont it’s her to chant Rama
Threaten her as and when her guards.
Pester ever as her captors
Rama’s wife is tired of life.
Felt all glad as Seetha learned
Her man made our Lord his friend.
Doomed as Ravan by her curse
Bound to get killed by her man.
Slim as Seetha by nature
Got she slimmer in despair.
Left it’s now to us vanars
How to see her out of woods.
