HARICHANDRAN
After his magic pig was shot Viswamithra became very hot. He thought of the next plan To defame King Harichandran.
From his two nostrils Came two young girls They were like women From low-caste-born
They had charming faces. And wore sexy dresses. They had fine voices, Like those of cuckoos.
Their music did make Even the dead awake. The next action plan, To explain, he began.
“Go to King Harichandran. Your music let him listen. Take no gifts, not even one. Let him accept you, in return.”
They did as commanded And thereafter demanded They be as wives taken, As a token of appreciation.
The king offered wealth To the maidens both, But they still insisted on Marriage, again and again.
The king was stubborn. They brought an accusation, That a thief he was then In refusing them to own.
“Send them to prison. They’re making a fun In demanding like this That appears ridiculous.”
Before soldiers went near, They both ran out of fear, And went to the Sage With their tears and rage.
When the girls cried out, The Sage was quite upset. He rushed to the spot Where the king took rest.
He said, “Oh King, listen You’ve no compassion For the pig or the girls I sent with my orders.”
“Marry the two girls, Or receive my curse.” His eyes became red With anger, he displayed.
The king said, “How can A king take inferior women? I would give up my possessions Than marrying these women.”
The Sage took up his word And with no hesitation said, “Then give me all your wealth For not marrying them both.”
The King took the water From the adjacent river And poured it in Sage’s hands In fulfillment of his demands.
The Sage accepted this offer. He made the king a pauper And then gave him a curse As he rejected both the girls.
“You’ll work under A low caste master As a menial servant,” And then away he went.
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