Don’t talk rubbish to me
and come with me now
will a mere human
take me on in battle?
Please hear my words, O Ravana,
whose sound make enemies tremble
do not proceed against Rama
it is my considered opinion
Once when I went to disrupt
Viswamitra’s yaga
that great king unleashed
a divine arrow
He drove me to the ocean
where I had to spend many years
Rama then killed Subahu
and countless other demons
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 gallant, blessed by the Goddess of Wealth
O handsome, as good-looking as Kamadeva
Your words about bringing the pretty Sita
here is not at all appropriate
If you are strong, call Rama to war
and kill him with your arrows
Without that if you bring Sita here
it will be the end of this dynasty
The description of Sita’s beauty
is filling me with lustful thoughts
In revenge for molesting your sister
it’s fine to kidnap Rama’s wife
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
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