You brute, when my husband

cries in pain, you stand there

without any qualms, alas!

certainly hard-hearted, you are

 

Enemies don’t dream of beating Rama

who is revered even by Narayana

O the daughter of King Janaka

please do not torture yourself

 

It’s not the demons wailing

it’s certainly Rama himself

Alas! you please go to him now

armed with your bow and arrows

 

My brother Rama is in no danger

there is nothing to worry

it’s the injured demons crying

that’s for sure, Vaidehi

 

Please do not agonise over this

please do not agonise

 

Sloka:

The golden deer fell with a roar hit by Rama’s arrow. Sita heard that sound and thought Rama was injured by the demon. She spoke to Lakshmana.

O Daughter of Janaka,

this demon who has come in the shape of a golden deer has turned into a ferocious tiger and is killing me.

My brother Lakshmana, are you forsaking me?

My dear Sita, are you too abandoning me?

 

(  Maricha who cries out in the voice of Rama to deceive Sita).

If you have such great desire for this

O beautiful Sita, I will bring it for you

 

You stay here, my boy Lakshmana,

to ensure the demons don’t make trouble

 

O my husband, look at its emerald

neck, and the beautiful horns

 

Its four hoofs are silver, its body golden

it’s jumping about and grazing on grass

 

With its beautiful glow and playful nature

I have taken a fancy to this spotted deer