What use have I for that beauty
Not coveted by the Lord
Who partitioned his body
To Siva, Brahma and Lakshmi
And ordered his army to reduce
The asuras clan by clan?
What use have I for the heart
Not coveted by the Lord
Who wears on his chest Lakshmi
Ever full of dazzling beauty?
With his mountainous shoulders
He enslaved my heart
To do his bidding without fault
And now has no use for it.
A demoness in mothers form
Suckled him,
Ane he the wise child
Sucked her dead.
If that great Lord on his hooded snake
Doesn't covet my modesty
what use is it to me?
He subdued seven bulls to clasp
Bamboo shouldered Nappinai.
He wears an ochre garment and drives
His cows with a stick in hand.
If he does not covet
My tender leaf complexion
what use is it to me?
If the Lord of the sea and the earth
Crowned with the sweet basil,
Who to rescue parrot tongued Sita
From her notorious prison
Burnt that haughty demon's city,
Does not covet my wisdom
what use is it to me?
The Lord of wisdom expounded
The paths of virtue to all the world
And yet taking the form of a dwarf
Grabbed the earth deceitfully!
If he does not covet my radiance
What use is it to me?
His radiance ever on the rise
he burst forth like a lion
And rejoiced tearing up
Hiranya's broad chest
If that radiant blue gem
With his fiery discus and conch
Does not covet my bangles
What use are they to me?
He blew his whorled conch and its sound
Spread like wild fire
Mid the opposing hordes
And terrified them.
Siva Brahma and Indra
Extolled him for ridding
the world of its woes and if he
Does not covet my waistlet
What use is it to me?
He severed the arms of Bana
Slim waisted Usha's father
And resting on his serpent bed
Looks after the world
If he does not covet
this body of mine
What use is it to me?
He cut to pieces the Asuras hordes
Which lie scattered like rocks
A part of his body is occupied
By Siva with his matted hair
Out of which flows the Ganga
If he does not covet my soul
What use is that soul to me?
Those who will recite this decad
Among Satagopan's thousand
In praise of the one who stomached
All the seven worlds
And also the curds and butter
Which he stole and enjoyed
Will sever their bondage to this world
And reach paradise.
IV (8)
Not coveted by the Lord
Who partitioned his body
To Siva, Brahma and Lakshmi
And ordered his army to reduce
The asuras clan by clan?
What use have I for the heart
Not coveted by the Lord
Who wears on his chest Lakshmi
Ever full of dazzling beauty?
With his mountainous shoulders
He enslaved my heart
To do his bidding without fault
And now has no use for it.
A demoness in mothers form
Suckled him,
Ane he the wise child
Sucked her dead.
If that great Lord on his hooded snake
Doesn't covet my modesty
what use is it to me?
He subdued seven bulls to clasp
Bamboo shouldered Nappinai.
He wears an ochre garment and drives
His cows with a stick in hand.
If he does not covet
My tender leaf complexion
what use is it to me?
If the Lord of the sea and the earth
Crowned with the sweet basil,
Who to rescue parrot tongued Sita
From her notorious prison
Burnt that haughty demon's city,
Does not covet my wisdom
what use is it to me?
The Lord of wisdom expounded
The paths of virtue to all the world
And yet taking the form of a dwarf
Grabbed the earth deceitfully!
If he does not covet my radiance
What use is it to me?
His radiance ever on the rise
he burst forth like a lion
And rejoiced tearing up
Hiranya's broad chest
If that radiant blue gem
With his fiery discus and conch
Does not covet my bangles
What use are they to me?
He blew his whorled conch and its sound
Spread like wild fire
Mid the opposing hordes
And terrified them.
Siva Brahma and Indra
Extolled him for ridding
the world of its woes and if he
Does not covet my waistlet
What use is it to me?
He severed the arms of Bana
Slim waisted Usha's father
And resting on his serpent bed
Looks after the world
If he does not covet
this body of mine
What use is it to me?
He cut to pieces the Asuras hordes
Which lie scattered like rocks
A part of his body is occupied
By Siva with his matted hair
Out of which flows the Ganga
If he does not covet my soul
What use is that soul to me?
Those who will recite this decad
Among Satagopan's thousand
In praise of the one who stomached
All the seven worlds
And also the curds and butter
Which he stole and enjoyed
Will sever their bondage to this world
And reach paradise.
IV (8)
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