I am tying on your hand this Raksha, with which the most powerful and generous King Bali himself was bound; O Raksha, don't go away; don’t go away. Yena baddho balee raajaa daanavendro mahaabalah; Tena twaam anubadhnaami rakshey maa chala maa chala
If sparks fly, I shall think my thirst and hunger quelled. If the skies tear down, I shall think them pouring for my bath. If a hillside slides on me I shall think it flower for my hair. O lord white as jasmine, if my head falls from my...