Chit Oo Nyo - Lanka Deepa Lover

The people of every region... the sound of a loud cry

A small blessing, a small blessing... a victory.

Only with a stick... May the king live long.

Happy birthday to Sanme...

Where is the strength of the enemy? (The strength of the enemy - Mandapatpyo)

As soon as I placed my right foot on the peak of the eighth mountain,

The cheers of the audience from the foot of the mountain drifted up to where I was, rising to the top of the mountain.

"The Mighty Man Ravana"

"The hero of the Dravidians"

"The Heart of the Indus Valley"

The audience at the foot of the mountain was waving their turbans in the air. Their red robes were swaying in the wind. At the top of the eighth mountain where I was, a strong wind was blowing. My moss-colored robe was fluttering with the clouds. It seemed that fatigue was gathering in my chest like a lump. The cold mountain air could not relieve my weakness. Despite the dew, large sweat beads were forming on my forehead. The iron in my hand was red with blood. The tail of the cobra that I had beheaded with my hand a few meters ago was twitching. The head of the cobra could not move.

"There are still two mountains left, Ravana."

"There are two more mountains left to complete the ten mountains, huh?"

"You are almost successful, Ravana, try harder."

At the foot of the mountain, the guards of the Mother of God raised their swords and shouted for me to hear. I looked up, starting from the mountain on my left, towards the surrounding mountains. I saw seven peaks covered in snow and mist, beautiful. The mountains were witnesses to my victory.

I have successfully reached the seven peaks of the mountains and the peak where I am now standing. At the top of each mountain, there lived a large, poisonous snake. However, the group did not have the opportunity to continue living any longer. Because of my sword, their heads were cut off and they died in a bloody battle. Since the dawn of the morning, I have been climbing and descending one mountain after another, killing the snakes, and I have now completed the eighth abbot. It is now late afternoon and four-fifths of the day have passed. I still have the ninth mountain and two tenth mountains to accomplish.

Between the peaks of the Eighth and Ninth Abbats there is a cliff about fifteen cubits wide. If I can jump over that cliff, I will not have to descend from the Eighth to the Ninth Abbats. However, if I slip, I will not be able to find my feet. If I descend and ascend from that mountain, I will exceed the time limit of the day. I took a deep breath of the air that was wet with snow. I puffed out my chest and jumped towards the Ninth Abbats. My body was moving rapidly in the air between the peaks of the fifteen-cubit wide cliff. I could hear nothing except the sharp sound of the wind inside the cliff. My feet touched the hard ground. The Eighth Abbats were left behind me. I have set foot on the ninth peak of Abbata Mountain again.

"Hey...hey"

"Woo woo... knee"

From below the mountain, the sound of a thousand Dravidian chants floated. But I had no time to listen to the chants, I stared blankly at the huge mound about two feet in front of me. It was twice as big as the eight mounds I had jumped over. The cobra that was about to emerge from it was certainly bigger than the eight that had come before. I held the iron rod tightly.

The sound of the mountain peak and the swing of the sword were almost simultaneous. The rocks and stones were scattered and the copper and mahuru-colored thing was writhing. The black cobra, which was as big as the palace of Mae Taw Gunni, had no head. Only its body was writhing among the rocks and stones. The impact of the headless body broke the small trees nearby. Then the whole body of the snake fell down the mountain. The black cobra's severed head was still biting my sword. The reddish-brown venom was smeared on the sword. The snake's head, which had no body, was still biting my sword. The black claws were rubbing the sword's teeth angrily. I had to throw the sword into a nearby stream. A sound of fangs breaking was heard, and the snake's head was crushed to pieces. The creature that had been hiding in the mound at the top of the ninth mountain for many years was the great cobra. But now, the head of the snake was crushed on the top of the mountain, and the body of the snake was destroyed below the mountain. In the west, the sun was red. The water of the Indian River was covered with ruby ​​juice. The tenth chapter still had its final destination.

"Ravana has returned, my son."

From the foot of the mountain, I heard the voice of Mother Gunti.

"Very well, Ravana, come down."

There was a hint of concern in the audience's voice. I smiled as I breathed in the cool mountain air. "Why go back down? There's still one mountain left," I muttered to myself.

"There is still the tenth chapter left, let him continue."

"He's so tired, so tired."

I also heard a sweet, compassionate voice. It was the voice of another woman. I connected the two voices and murmured.

“Yes, I am very tired. But there is still the tenth chapter left, I have to continue.”

The ninth peak and the tenth peak were about forty cubits apart. The cliff between the two peaks was so steep that I could not even guess. With a knife covered in snake venom and snake blood, I cut down a nearby pine tree. As I was cutting down the pine tree and removing its branches, a loud roaring sound came from the tenth peak. The deep sound suddenly shook me.

“Lion” is right. There is no cobra on the tenth peak, there is a lion. In the setting sun, the lion’s mane is as red as a peacock’s feathers. Here, a lion is waiting to attack a human. I am looking for a deadly strategy to attack this lion suddenly and kill him, removing the branches of the pine tree. If we fight together, the sun will set. The allotted time will be exceeded. Even by fighting this huge lion, it will not be easy for me to defeat it, but the mind of Ravana, who is of Dravidian blood, is as great as his strength. I have found a deadly strategy.

Holding the pine tree with one hand, I held the sword tightly in my left hand. The blade pointed straight ahead, gathering my strength and using the pine tree as a spear. As I jumped towards the other mountain peak, the lion was waiting for me from where I would fall. I climbed to the surface of the tenth mountain peak.

Before he could even land, he leapt through the air and plunged his sword into the lion's gaping mouth. With a deep roar as loud as thunder, the lion rolled down the mountain.

There is not a single scratch on my arm. The sun has disappeared. The battle of the ten mountains is over.

"Ravana, Ravana, he is Dasagiri, Dasagiri"

"His Majesty Dasagiri"

"The King of Dasagiri is our Lord."

I have already acquired the highest title of the Dravidian race, Dasagiri, which means Lord of the Ten Mountains.

The light from the lampposts of the bear's oil illuminated the entire bank of the Indus. The full moon shone in the east with many stars. My Dravidian tribe was climbing from the foothills to the very top of the mountain. The sound of Dastagir was heard. Before I reached the foot of the mountain, they met me and surrounded me. They lifted me up and threw me into the air. Thus I reached the foot of the mountain on the shoulders of the people to the place of the Goddess's abode on the banks of the Indus. When the Goddess saw me, she got up from her seat and ran.

"Son, my dear son"

"I will accept the Trigambi - Trigambi and Ye Panna with joy and pride."

My younger sister, Gambi, who was the same color as my blood, laughed happily at the sight of the bravery of the hand. Ma Ngo and I also laughed happily.

“My son Ravana, who has already attained the status of the King of Dasagiri, a king should not laugh like this, he must have the royal virtue. My daughter Gambi, too, must have the integrity and respect of the nobles,” said Mother Gundi sternly. Then the audience shouted in unison, “King of Dasagiri!” In the light of the bear oil lamp, their small-nosed faces shone with enthusiasm.

"And the king and his sister must not address each other in the usual terms, but must abandon the common Dravidian language. Only then will there be a distinction between master and servant. Do you hear, my son, King Dasagiri?"

"Your son, the King of Dasagiri," the words of your mother penetrated into my heart. I was no longer Ravana, but Dasagiri. Your Majesty, the King of Dasagiri, your wife, Queen Mandadevi, your sister, Trigambi, I was mumbling the words of the Lord in my mind. Brother

Bibitsana -

"Brother... what about a brother named Bibitsana?"

Bibishana emerged from the inner courtyard, removing the red cloth. Bibishana was different from me, and different from Gambi, and was a unique person. He was calm and composed, not interested in military affairs, but interested in the dark side of things.

"On this night of my brother's victory, I am counting the stars on the full moon night from the banks of the Indus River."

"This is also a blessing from your brother for His Majesty the King," Gamba confirmed in a clear voice.

A wave of joy spread through my heart. Surrounded by my mother Gunni, my queen Ma Nha, my beloved younger sister Gambi, and my brother Bibishana, who had been inseparable from my childhood, riding the same chariot, from one place to another, from one place to another, I, Dasagiri, have become the king of Lanka.

In the sky above the banks of the Indus River, the stars and constellations were shining with a special light, surrounding the full moon.