Hamsa (The Swan)
The sweet-voiced maiden, the crown among women,
her mind now swinging open slowly to the swan,
yet knowing that her mind is not fully open
the swan attempted to know her feelings for Nalan.
Confide in me happily, let your feelings unfurl,
Oh! King Bheema’s darling girl.
Trust me more than the trust you carry
For your pals; tell me without shyness and worry.
Oh! The crowned one among the bright-eyed women
Oh! Sister of Dama, sweet maiden,
To which man your heart had been given
Thus released from the king’s captivity,
Off the bird went to his flock in proclivity,
Then he came back without fear to the king’s proximity,
And spoke thus with the kind king in all magnanimity.
Oh! Kind king with a soul so tender,
I will do you a deed so good forever you will remember.
There are not many as generous and upright as thee,
To be found in the three worlds, certainly.
The expanse of this kingdom shows the value of the protection offered by your brow.
The king approached the swan stealthily,
Thus morosely watching the trees and the vine,
Where leaves and flowers lovingly entwine,
Nala chances upon the view of the swan, golden plumed,
Dosing off of effort making merry, his strength consumed.