He put fetters on the god of love; he brought
death down to misery; therefore I make
my bow low before him, Hanumanta of monkey race.
His frame is like adamant; with his tail he can
burned
the beard of Ravana; I make my bow to
him many a time, never ceasing. He leaped into
Lanka while truly he searched out
Lanka, blessed, blessed is he, says Tuka.
death down to misery; therefore I make
my bow low before him, Hanumanta of monkey race.
His frame is like adamant; with his tail he can
burned
the beard of Ravana; I make my bow to
him many a time, never ceasing. He leaped into
Lanka while truly he searched out
Lanka, blessed, blessed is he, says Tuka.