Hinduism

Tulsidas, Ramayana, Sundar-kând, Dohâ 8

Her eyes fastened on her own feet, but with her soul absorbed in the contemplation of the feet of her Lord. Hanuman was mightily distressed to see her so sad.
“Chaupâi”
Concealing himself behind the branches of a tree, he mused within himself: “Come, sir, what ought I to do?” At that very moment Râvan drew near, with a troop of women in various attire. The wretch tried in every way to talk Sita over, by blandishments, bribes, threats and misrepresentations. “Hearken, fair dame,” he cried, “I will make Mandodari and all my other queens your handmaids, I swear it, if you only give me one look.” Sita plucked a blade of grass, and with averted face, fondly remembering her own dear Lord, replied: “Hearken, Râvan: will the lotus expand at the light of a glowworm? Ponder this at heart,” cried Janaki; “Wretch, have you no fear of Râma’s shafts? Even though absent, Hari will rescue me. Shameless monster, have you no shame?

Source The Râmâyana of Tulsi Dâs, trad. F. S. Growse, 1883, archive.org · Contents