Renukaa, King Prasenjit's daughter,
Had her pure mind flowing as water.
Jamadagni-Renukaa led a virtuous life,
Praying and meditating, without strife.
Jamadagni was a powerful sage,
For him life and death was just but stage.
(For more information about Jamadagni, see the chapter Wricheek's Love)
With deep concentration he all day meditated,
While Renukaa in household chores thoroughly dedicated.
Rumanvaan, Sushen, Vasu, Vishwaavasu and Raam-
Five sons they had, strong and calm.
One day Renukaa went to fetch water as usual,
Beautiful, slow, lovable, casual.
Chitrarath, a gandharva, who dance and sing,
To the river his wives did bring.
Brahmaa's mind-son Kaashyap's son;
Muni, Daksha's daughter, brought him on.
Going to the river they removed all clothes,
A place on riverside, merry, they chose.
Hither came Renukaa, with a pitcher in hand,
Was utmost marvelled in seeing the happy band.
Chitrarath was young, fair, with hairless chest,
Strong shouldered and armed, with face at its best,
Square, with semi-stretched red lips,
Eyes semi-wide, romantic, deep it dips,
Long hair fluffing on shoulders,
Droplets of water, shining, finding their boulders,
Developed wrists with manly fingers
Groping women's breasts, feeling that lingers
A great sensation from head to feet,
A deep urge in groin, desiring to chew it.
Women folk were jolly, fair,
It was as if they danced in air.
Their black long hair danced lively,
Unearthly smiles looking lovely.
Chitrarath took two women at a time,
Pulled them up, on shoulder they climb.
His back muscles curved as art,
Joyfully they were all doing flirt.
Renukaa felt like this before never.
That she had seen such young man ever.
Renukaa watched and went on watching,
With her eyes she went on touching
The smooth skin of Chitrarath dazzling,
From head to underbelly reveling.
Time passed, she knew not,
What calamity the day had brought.
When she realized, she hurriedly
Collected water in the pitcher neatly,
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