‘Bahasura’ He slew
That appeared a crane in guise
Uproot the evil did He
The clan of‘ Ravana’, the demon in rise.
We sing of valour,
His glories galore,
Those maidens at vow
Who have reached there before
The mighty sun has risen to sight
Letting the moon to rest
For a while away from light
The birds have begun to fetch for food
Their flutter and noise, that you may hear.
Maiden of such eyes
Prettier than the beautiful flowers
The dainty one indeed
In this precious time
Of hope to unite
With ‘Krishna’
The vision of every sight
Lost in sleep so calm, ye dame
As if you are caught
In ‘ Krishna’s’ tricks of enthralling game
That you still rest on bed
And not join us in our bath
To rid of pains
That lay in our body’s path
Our thoughts are struck
2009 Srirangam Andal Alankaaram
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