Sloka:
As Tara continued wailing, Bali, who was feeling miserable from his deep wound, happily told Rama who was standing near with his beautiful bow.

Oh Lord, my virtuous hero,

to attain Heaven did you forsake Kishkindha

 

(To Rama)

 

You miss your wife and hence killed my husband?

in that case please send me also with him

 

O revered monkey, do not grieve

Bharata the noble king of Ayodhya 

had sent envoys to all regions

and I, Rama, am one among them

To protect dharma and destroy evil

is our mission as ordered by the king

 

Sons and brothers are equal in status

yet you stole your son’s wife

O son of Indra, that is why I killed you

please understand, you noble monkey

 

Please do not kick me with your feet

O enlightened and noble monkey

O brother, get rid of your pettiness

and come to war with resolve

 

You once earlier challenged me to war

then ran away when you saw me angry

now you ask me to make you crown prince

but what you will get are kicks to your head

 

O my brother Bali, at your lotus feet

I bow down with all respect

 

Please forgive your brother’s mistakes

and name me your crown prince, O virtuous

 

 

Once earlier you could not face my might,

turned tail and fled, stupid monkey

 

For calling me again to war, your body

I am going to pulverise for sure

in this ferocious battle my hands