In the full moon that made the water lilies smile with a dewdrop on their lips, the night when the flowers sown over the silk bedspread withered, Urvaśi saw a face in the moon.

Why her grace full gaits ornamented with bells stepped un-rhythmically? Why she threw away her pillow that was embraced by her? Why the blue of her eyes turned into red by dropping tears?

Was that bow, or arrows or quiver or figure or his feet able to fight and dance as well or his arms able to shoot thousands of arrows at once made her sad?

In the full moon that made the water lilies smile with a dewdrop on their lips, the night when the flowers sown over the silk bedspread withered, Urvaśi saw a face in the moon.

Why her grace full gaits ornamented with bells stepped un-rhythmically? Why she threw away her pillow that was embraced by her? Why the blue of her eyes turned into red by dropping tears?

Was that bow, or arrows or quiver or figure or his feet able to fight and dance as well or his arms able to shoot thousands of arrows at once made her sad?

Oh Prahastha, the one with unequalled 

power, Oh the one with the valour of an 

elephant and an unchallenged body strength , 

Please wrap around cloth on this 

monkey’s tail and set it on fire without 

any delay.