Sloka:
The gallant king of demons, pushed by the hand of death, went to meet Mareecha to plot the kidnapping of Rama’s wife Sita.
O Mareecha, illustrious demon and uncle, in my mind
grows an immense grief, please hear me
Dasaratha’s son Rama
came to the forest with his brother
O noble Rakshasa, my sister
Soorpanakha at the hands of Lakshmana
Got mutilated, ears and nose chopped
O blessed, you go and stay indoors
did I tell you anything about this?
please do not talk in this manner
and go back now, O proud woman
The description of Sita’s beauty
is filling me with lustful thoughts
The one who disfigured my sister,
his wife I am going to bring here
There is no woman like her on earth
nor can find one in the heavens
After hearing Narada’s words and not realising your powers
I ventured on this misadventure, O the bravest of the brave
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