Lk28. The Decent Of Hanuman Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

LAVA KUSA (UTTARAKANDA)

Heroism, strength, cleverness,
Sagacity, prudence, firmness,
Power, and prowess, all these
Shaped Hanuman, the virtuous.

In might, speed, or intelligence,
Who is equal to him? None else.
How he took his birth
And came to this earth?

Anjana was his mother
And Kesari his father.
He was a gift-child,
From the wind-god.

Her mother went out
To pick up good fruits
For the hungry child,
Who cried for food.

He saw the sunrise,
That appeared so nice,
He thought it was a fruit,
And sprang towards it.

The Sun-god was so kind,
He didn't burn the child,
But let the heat mild,
To please the wind-god.

With this super power,
If he grew up in future,
How many problems
The world would face?

So, Indra with his mace
Hit the child's face.
The child fell down.
His jaw was broken.

While he was still hungry,
The wind-god got angry,
Far away, he took the child
And stopped blowing the wind.

In the absence of the wind,
The whole world suffered.
Lord Brahma, the Creator,
Came to know the matter.