Fool, submit your soul to advice, and do not bring destruction upon all your race; you cannot escape from Râma's displeasure, even though Vishnu, Brahma and Siva be your protectors. Abandon your pride, and, like your younger brother, fly like a bee to the lotus feet of the Lord, or like a moth you will be consumed in your wickedness, you and all your family, by Râma's arrows of fire.
The Ten-headed, as he listened, was terror-stricken at heart, but smiled with his lips and cried aloud for all to hear: "He who stretches out his hands to clutch the sky only falls to the ground; a devotee's idle talk is of small account." Said Suka: "My lord, every word is true; be wise and abandon your natural arrogance. Cease from wrath and hearken to my advice; make an end, Sire, of your feud with Râma. Raghubir is exceedingly mild in disposition, though He is the sovereign of all the world. The Lord will be gracious to you directly you approach Him, and will not remember even one of your offences. Restore to Him Janak's daughter; this, Sire, is all I ask of you; do it." When he spoke to him of giving up Sita, the wretch spurned him with his foot; but he bowed his head to the ground before him and then went to join the all-merciful Râma, and after due obeisance told Him all that had happened. By Râma's grace, he recovered his proper rank; for it was by the Rishi Agastya's curse, Bhavâni, that he had become a demon, though still retaining the intelligence of a saint. Now, once more in the form of a saint, after again and again prostrating himself at Râma's feet, he went his way to his own hermitage.
The Ten-headed, as he listened, was terror-stricken at heart, but smiled with his lips and cried aloud for all to hear: "He who stretches out his hands to clutch the sky only falls to the ground; a devotee's idle talk is of small account." Said Suka: "My lord, every word is true; be wise and abandon your natural arrogance. Cease from wrath and hearken to my advice; make an end, Sire, of your feud with Râma. Raghubir is exceedingly mild in disposition, though He is the sovereign of all the world. The Lord will be gracious to you directly you approach Him, and will not remember even one of your offences. Restore to Him Janak's daughter; this, Sire, is all I ask of you; do it." When he spoke to him of giving up Sita, the wretch spurned him with his foot; but he bowed his head to the ground before him and then went to join the all-merciful Râma, and after due obeisance told Him all that had happened. By Râma's grace, he recovered his proper rank; for it was by the Rishi Agastya's curse, Bhavâni, that he had become a demon, though still retaining the intelligence of a saint. Now, once more in the form of a saint, after again and again prostrating himself at Râma's feet, he went his way to his own hermitage.