How he fears our king Ravan.
What’s the sense in thy crying
It’s time that thee jump for joy.
Surely thou pass prime in time
As the favoured of Ravan
Why not make the best of prime?
In the garden of thy bloom
It’s all joy rides with Ravan.
At the beck and call we all
Come to serve thee all the time.
Fail if thee take Ravan’s hand
Fail we not to sever thy head.
Chandodari then put her mace
On breasts daunting of Seetha.
Is it not to enjoy these
Assets ample of snow white
Brought thee Ravan all the way?
As thou let not Ravan lay
Hands his eager on thy breasts
Make I would them food for me.
At that Praghasa spoken thus:
Why to waste our breath on her
Why not stuff out breath of hers.
As she failed to lay with him
Learns as Ravan of her death
Won’t he let us feast her flesh?
Set the pyre to roast her well
And fetch I arrack in barrels.
Surpanakha thus spoketh then:
Find I tiring all this grind
Guarding Seetha round the clock.
High time it’s all brought to end
In grand orgy with her flesh.
Put they thus the fear of death
In Seetha who then liked to live
For the sake of Ram she loved.