Canto 38 - Story to Tell
Respect with all due to her
Addressed Hanuman thus Seetha.
Surmise I can from thy words
What a woman of virtue makes.
It was not a fair offer
For the fair sex on my part
Help I them as piggyback.
Intent that thine not to touch
Someone other than thy husband
Made I know thee stay thus put.
One so chastely as Seetha
Is there ever in all three worlds!
Won’t I tell Ram in detail
Spoke thee what and all I saw.
Urge it’s mine to bring an end
To the suffering of thee both
That was at the back of mind
Offered when I thee my back.
Thought I fit to offer help
Takes as it some time for Ram
Reach to Lanka with his force.
Owing to my love for Ram
Without further loss of time
Thought I would fetch his beloved.
Canst if thou come back with me
Bestow something that soothes him.
Moved to core as Rama’s wife
Spoke with ardour to Hanuman.
Dost thou remind my man then
The story of that amorous crow.
It was during our outing
On the banks of Mandakin
Happened that in broad daylight.
Stayed we then at Siddhashram
Laid which was in thick garden.
Lay as I in Rama’s lap
Having lapped up garden path,
Got a crow at my bosom
Dropped I pallu chasing it.
Pushed as that I in dismay
Back it came to try its luck.
Lord mine witnessed that tussle
In which my breasts got exposed.
Amused by its eagerness
Teased as Ram with innuendos
Kept I blushing all the while.
Scolded him as I roundly
Me he took then in embrace
Smiled he sweetly to soothe me.
Tears that gushed then from my eyes
Streams as they made on my cheeks
Wiped them he to comfort me.
Sapped as I lay in his lap
Slumbered I for so long thus.
Woke up as I my man took
Turn his to rest on my thigh.
Finding my man in deep sleep
Back came that crow to resume
Beaked it flesh from my bosom.
Bore all as I fearing that
Gets disturbed my man in sleep
Blood in streams from my valley
Made its way to Rama’s chest.
Having woke up by its warmth
Saw my Lord then my torment.
Hurt as I was by that crow
Pearl like breasts mine turned corals.
Saw as Ram that eager crow
With its blood stained beak ’n all
Gripped was my Lord with anger.
Oh, that crow was Kakasur
Happened to be Indra’s son
Known to cover the earth and all
With the matching speed of sound.
Seeing Rama’s blood red eyes
Saw the danger Kakasur
Flew thus swiftly in panic.
Upset by the hurt it caused