— A line from an old pattukalu (folk song) of the Kadapa region.
One night, a greedy (king) named Vijayendra learned of this celestial romance. He coveted the moon’s silver glow and ordered his soldiers to cut down the tree, hoping to keep the moon’s light for himself. The moon, seeing his beloved tree in peril, wept silver tears that turned into a thin veil of mist over the kingdom. telugu boothu kathalupdf