Emperor Vikramaditya was a great hunter and coveted tigers,
He kept many in pits and cages,
His tigers fought, in a pit as a sport to entertain
The nobles sat and watched, and the ladies sat lovely and demure,
And among sat the great warrior Hari Singh
And truly he represented chivalry and love,
The tigers roared and pranced and all laughed;
They bit, roared again as hunger gnawed
The emperor stood up and heralded
bravest of the brave get's the lovely Rukmini,
There was thunderous applause;
Hari Singh stood up
The princess Rukmini sighed;
Looked at her love Hari Singh and recited a silent prayer;
A beauteous apsara a low-slung sari her forte,
A navel to entice,
Smiling lips and sharp sparkling eyes that shone
The emperor thundered any man is brave,
Does an act in the tigers’s den gets Rukmini for the nuptial night?
Rukmini looked at her love
Hari Singh drew his sword,
My love, I will prove,
Rukmini is mine.
He bowed, and leaped into the pit,
The tigers wild sensed prey.
The warrior faced the beasts.
His sword lethal as ever.
The god Shiva appeared: the sword of Hari Singh was magic
He killed the tigers and his return was quick,
presented his sword to the emperor.
"By God!" said the Emperor, "you are the bravest of the brave"
Hari Singh bowed low
The great emperor said “I take the sword but give it back”
“Also, I give the princess Rukmini for your nuptial night
I know lord Shiva was on your side”
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