At daybreak, if Râma does not assume the hermit’s dress and go out into the woods, my death will ensue, O king, and your disgrace; be well assured of this.”
Chaupâi
So saying, the wretch rose and stood erect, as it were a swollen flood of wrath that had risen in the mountains of sin, turgid with streams of passion, terrible to behold, with the two boons for its banks, her stern obduracy for its current, and her voluble speech for its eddies, overthrowing the king like some tree torn up by the roots, as it rushed on to the ocean of calamity. The king perceived that it was all true, and that death, in fashion as a woman, was dancing in triumph on his head. Humbly he clasped her by the feet and begged her to be seated, crying: “Be not an axe at the root of the solar race. Demand of me my head and I will give it at once, but do not kill me by the loss of Râma. Keep Râma, be it in any way you will, or your heart will be ill at ease all your life long.”
Chaupâi
So saying, the wretch rose and stood erect, as it were a swollen flood of wrath that had risen in the mountains of sin, turgid with streams of passion, terrible to behold, with the two boons for its banks, her stern obduracy for its current, and her voluble speech for its eddies, overthrowing the king like some tree torn up by the roots, as it rushed on to the ocean of calamity. The king perceived that it was all true, and that death, in fashion as a woman, was dancing in triumph on his head. Humbly he clasped her by the feet and begged her to be seated, crying: “Be not an axe at the root of the solar race. Demand of me my head and I will give it at once, but do not kill me by the loss of Râma. Keep Râma, be it in any way you will, or your heart will be ill at ease all your life long.”