After giving Sita his ultimatum, Ravana departed, leaving her in the care of the brutish, uncivilised creatures to which she had been given. Their boisterous voices berated Sita’s folly, unable to accept that she had rejected their lord, the ten-headed crown jewel of the Paulastya dynasty and son of Visravas, whose splendour matched that of Brahma. Shocked and indignant at her daring. Ekajata, Vikata, and Durmukhi, three rakshasa ladies, sung in favour of Ravana and encouraged Sita to submit to him. For him, the sun shined subduedly, and the winds blew sweetly. “Say yes to Ravana since he is not only the king of rakshasas, but the king of kings,” was Durmukhi’s parting advice. You cannot even consider rejecting him since doing so will result in your death.
The fearsome rakshasa soldiers of Ravana sought to intimidate Sita into submission in that lovely forest in Lanka where she was imprisoned. They poured wickedness and poison. They surrounded her delicate body and demanded, “What would cause you to reject the luxury of living in a palace? Being the wife of Rama, another mortal, seems like the pinnacle to you since you are mortal. Ignore Rama. You will never again be his wife or in his company. You still want for Rama despite his lack of a kingdom or the resources to grant your wishes because you are a woman! Sita interjected, “You spew such unpardonable remarks, so against the conventions of the world, do you not believe it a sin to do so? ” while the jarring pitiless banter continued. Even though he is a wandering beggar, Rama is my lord and my whole existence. Hanuman observed Sita’s suffering and the fiends’ escalating rage from his hiding place among the boughs. The rowdy group pronounced Sita unworthy to be Ravana’s wife while licking their ugly pendulous lips and brandishing their axes. “As a woman and a human, you have shown your love for Rama, your profound purity, and virginity,” the rakshasa lady Vinata remarked, her eyes gleaming with rage. I am happy. However, anything that is practised with such rigorous rigour is destructive. It does not lead to joy, just to sadness. I advise you to serve as Queen of Ravana for your own good. Give up Rama, who has a limited lifespan due to his animosity for Ravana. Since youth is fleeting, Sita should embrace Ravana and have fun with him before that youth deserted her. No one can cross the oceans that brought you here, no one can get inside Ravana’s impenetrable palace, and no one can get past our guard. You will be served by 7,000 ladies who resemble apasaras, and the ruler of all rakshasas will be your master. Sita, heed me or you will be eaten. Chandodari warned of increased fear if Sita decided to persist in her stubbornness as soon as Vinata made her final threat, another like her. “I have had a huge want to consume her flesh and feast on her heart ever since I saw this woman from beyond the seas who looks like a frightened deer,” she claimed. With the words “let us murder this woman and tell Ravana that the mortal woman Sita is dead and he would undoubtedly say, “Devour her,” another demon, Praghasa, let loose her ire. To prevent disputes, Ajamukhi, a member of the grotesque tribe, suggested that Sita’s corpse be divided into equal portions. Then, in order to complement the meal they would soon be feasting on, Surpanakha requested that wine be delivered. Sita, Rama’s incredibly attractive consort who had lost all bravery, sobbed.
“A mortal woman can never be the wife of a rakshasa,” Sita cried out in agony, terrified by the startling banter of the demon guard. You may devour me if you want, but I won’t budge under your threats. She bemoaned, “Separated from Rama, unable to die, I still live,” while pleading with Rama, Lakshmana, Kausalya, and Sumitra. Without Iswara’s will, no man or woman dies before their time, according to the learned. Will I expire like an orphan, just like a lone ship at sea that is pounded by raging storms sinks? Rama, the merciful master of the universe, will only ever be seen by the fortunate, not by me, the unhappy. What crimes committed by Nine justify this Nine-related torture I experience? Death by itself will likely end my deep sadness, but it does not arrive when desired. I will never be able to escape these rakshasa ladies, and I am unable to take my own life since I need Rama’s permission to do so. Being born a human and having to rely on other people is the worst possible curse, according to Ravana. “Blinded by desire, Ravana seized me, and under his orders, his demon squad guarded and persecuted me. This existence is too much for me to handle. How am I supposed to survive among these demons without Rama? I won’t even touch Ravana with my left foot, let alone love him, so devour me, demons! Never!”
Sita cried out for Rama and pondered his whereabouts and the absence of the man who had single-handedly vanquished 14,000 rakshasas at Janasthana. She cried, “Sinner that I am, even death has forsaken me,” after leaving Rama because she had lost all purpose in life. I would sooner die in a fire than yield to Ravana’s baser cravings. Rama, who is praised for his virtue, bravery, and compassion even by his adversaries, has brutally deserted me. Can’t he defeat Ravana with his superior strength, which is so weak in comparison to Rama’s? Although Lanka may be impenetrable, is there somewhere on earth that Rama’s arrows cannot strike? Why is Lakshmana himself silent? Now that Jatayu is also deceased, who will tell Rama about me? Looking at the rakshasa ladies, Sita cursed Lanka, saying, “If only Rama knew where I am, he would dry up the waters and blast Lanka off the face of the earth.” Her rage reached new heights, and her sadness transformed into vengeance. Is Ravana unaware that by wanting me, he is inviting not only his own destruction but also the destruction of the whole rakshasa race? Rama and Lakshmana will seek for and slay every rakshasa. When every guy in every home is dead, every woman in this land will weep louder than I do. I’ll soon have my desire that Lanka will completely transform into a graveyard, complete with vultures circling overhead and the vile smoke of burning carcasses. I notice a lot of signs that are bad for you. Strong rakshasas will perish, Ravana too will pass away, and Lanka, like a widow losing her spouse, would lose its lord, majesty, and grandeur. “The indiscriminate masses strive to achieve the unachievable, ignorant of the standards of morality, clueless and unable to distinguish between good and evil. As the window of opportunity he gave me to submit to her is also closing, this ruthless demon Ravana, who has no qualms about disobeying dharma, would undoubtedly consume me in his wickedness. Sita, who was struggling with the anguish raging inside of her, even questioned whether Rama was still alive! Rama has apparently already arrived at the kingdom of the gods, maybe unable to handle our separation. Are those who see him in that paradise fortunate, or has Rama grown disinterested in me as a result of his asceticism? Is my misfortune the root of my suffering or is it retribution for a wrong I committed? Sita replied, “That which one loves offers pleasure and that which one hates gives agony,” as she pondered her future and earnestly prayed for death to relieve all of her suffering. I pay respect to the wise people who choose to live a life free from both pleasure and suffering. Blessed are those who do not distinguish between good and bad, and who are unmoved by sadness or delight. But since I am not like any of them, I only consider what makes me happy, which is why I only consider Rama, whom I adore. I am unable to survive without him and as a Ravana prisoner.
Sita continued to be sad and quake in terror while being unaware of Trijata’s dream and her advice to the rakshasa ladies. She sobbed uncontrollably as she recalled Ravana’s warnings, stating, “Death definitely declines to claim anybody before their time. If not, why do I still exist despite my never-ending suffering? Even my own heart betrays me because it won’t break and put an end to my suffering. Ravana, the curse of his beholders, will carry out his threat if Rama does not go to Lanka soon. Ravana would chop me into pieces much like a barber would cut up a dead baby to remove it from its mother’s womb. Sita lamented her misfortune and pondered whether Rama and Lakshmana may also have died at the hands of the demon posing as the magical deer. She got the impression that the deer, disguised as death, had seduced her. If I can’t see Rama, what good are my chastity, austerity, and commitment to righteousness? I lived and suffered through this turbulent existence in the hope of seeing Rama. I would have been saved a great deal of suffering if only I had passed away the day Ravana kidnapped me. Will you, Rama, forget about me when you come home after carrying out your father’s desires and celebrating with the giggling maidens of Ayodhya? Since no one is around to provide me with poison or a weapon, my freedom is denied to me even in death. Maybe I can hang myself with my braided hair. Numerous good omens that happened while Sita was grieving rekindled her waning strength and hope.
Hanuman, who had witnessed Sita being abused by rakshasa women from his perch in the Simsapa and who had also heard Trijata describe her dream, beheld the honourable consort of Rama. He was overjoyed to behold the celestial splendour, which appeared to have come from the gods’ garden groves! He rejoiced, “I’ve found her. I have located the woman for whom countless vanaras have combed the entire planet. I have quietly accumulated a lot of knowledge while secretly roaming the entire island of Lanka, invisible to the curious and hidden from the dangerous. I have observed the rakshasas’ way of life, as well as the might and power of Ravana, who reigned as their king. I now have to comfort Janaki. I must talk to her and comfort her before I return. When Rama learns that Sita is in Lanka alone and defenceless, he will immediately take his own life. Hanuman was in a pickle since he didn’t want to talk to her in front of her hated guard but also didn’t want to stay mute. He thought, “Speaking to her in the open I shall definitely court detection and death,” as he internally debated the prudence of talking to Sita. If I die, Rama will have no use for me since no one can jump across the sea to Lanka and no one knows where Sita is. I can definitely defeat these creatures, but after fighting for so long, I might not be able to make it to the safety of the other shore. I won’t fight them anymore since the wise never attempt anything they are unsure of with confidence. Hanuman also ran into a linguistic conundrum after looking at and removing Sita’s various communication methods. “I can converse with her in Sanskrit, although Sita would be surprised that a monkey could do so! She could even be scared if she thinks I’m Ravana, who has the ability to morph into any shape at pleasure. I’ll converse with her in human language. He made the decision to quietly sing about Rama in order to calm Sita’s concerns and prevent her from taking her own life out of desperation.
Hanuman started telling the Rama narrative while the leaves were still rustling quietly. He began by saying, “There once was a king by the name of Dasaratha. He governed the thriving kingdom of Kosala and was a member of the illustrious Ikshvaku dynasty. An honourable monarch, free from treachery and violence, and renowned for his bravery, he was the finest of the royal sages. The most upright man who ever lived, whose name was Rama, was born to this monarch. He was Dasaratha’s first child and a skilled archer who was feared by his rivals and adored by everyone. He was not only the defender of morality but also the defender of all living things, including his father’s very love and life. Rama was ordered by his father to leave the palace one day and go live in the Dandaka forests. Sita, his wife, and Lakshmana, his brother, followed him. Hanuman continued to speak quietly as he described the numerous incidents that had occurred, trying not to startle Sita. His account of what happened from the day Rama was exiled to the day Sugriva sent the vanara armies in search of Sita was vivid and accurate. Hanuman stated, “Rama had also described Sita to me. I know her form, the colour of her skin, and the brightness of her face.” Sita heard him as he had anticipated, and when she looked up in awe, she saw Hanuman, who was radiant like the Sun.
The vanara from Kishkinda Hanuman, dressed in white, emerged in front of Sita’s eyes as they searched desperately in the branches above her. He dazzled her like the Sun with eyes the colour of molten gold, and she shook at the sight. Her fear returned, and she thought, “This must be a trick dream; to dream of a monkey is a terrible omen.” In my father’s realm, I sincerely hope Rama and Lakshmana are secure. As she longingly said, “Separated from Rama, aching for him and living forever in terror of these demon hordes, how can I sleep?” she slipped into the terrible past boiling just beneath the surface of her sorrowful thoughts. And how can I, who struggles with sleep and has only ever sat and sobbed, dream? May this Vanara be the reality and not a dream, I beseech Brahma, Brihaspati, Agni, and all the gods.
Hanuman down from the tree and, with utmost humility, took a back seat. He meekly questioned Sita, “Your gorgeous eyes are like the petals of a lotus, and your silky clothes are crushed,” with the utmost elegance and humility. Who are you, with your chaste appearance and your beautiful tears? What heavenly race are you a member of, and who are your relatives? Are you Arundhathi, the enraged exile who deserted your master Vasishta, or are you Rohini, the unrivalled star who has descended to Earth? Who is your husband, father, brother, and son? Who is your brother? Either you must be a king’s daughter or wife. However, if you are Sita, please inform me immediately if you are! Your sorrow, austere atmosphere, and exquisite beauty—qualities no earthly woman possesses—tell me that you are she! Hanuman was informed by Sita that she was Sita, the consort of Rama and the daughter of Janaka, Dasaratha’s daughter-in-law. Twelve years after arriving in Ayodhya as a bride, she informed him what had happened. Rama was to be crowned king of Kosala in the thirteenth year, according to Dasaratha. However, Kaikeyi had pressed for the exile of Rama and the coronation of Bharata, threatening to fast herself to death if her demands were not met. The greatest of men Rama, to whom his father was bigger than any crown, immediately consented when the noble monarch, bound by truth, shattered, and weeping, pleaded, “Give me back the kingdom that I had promised you!” Sita continued by telling Hanuman about the unstoppable course of fate that had resulted in her kidnapping and her current incarceration in Lanka. Rama, the giver of all to everyone who never asks for anything for himself even in the face of death, is my lord, without whom I cannot live, she replied somberly. I’m running out of the time Ravana gave me, and I’ll soon pass away!”
Hanuman, who was troubled by Sita’s suffering, made an effort to comfort her by stating, “I am Rama’s messenger, and I am here at his instruction. Rama asks me to let you know that he is OK and that he wants to know how you are doing. Sugriva and Lakshmana, who have both followed Rama, pay you tribute while grieving. Sita discovered Hanuman almost at her feet as she emerged from what had seemed like an eternity of suffering and into a state of bliss where Rama’s name rather than Ravana’s was heard. He had almost touched her prostate. Is this Ravana’s magic? she exclaimed, flinching as a wave of horror swept through her. Are you Ravana returning to punish me? Or am I mistaken because I can’t help but be happy when you’re here! If it is true that you are Rama’s messenger, may God bless you. Even if it’s only a dream, it’s a pleasant one since I picture you as Rama’s ambassador, sent by him. Sita became worn out and fatigued from facing her unending woes and concerns. Hanuman began by listing Rama’s many virtues to cheer her up and satisfy her desire to hear more about him. “Brilliant as the Sun and soothing as the Moon, wealthy as Kubera and mighty as Mahavisnu, the stunningly handsome Rama is the asylum of every creature,” he said. He is the best man because of his reputation for honesty; under his protection, the planet thrives and all life inside it is joyful. Rama and Lakshmana are constantly grieving for you. They will soon lead the vanara legions into Lanka as they fight for you and your freedom. Please believe me, Devi; my name is Hanuman, and I am a minister of Sugriva. After crossing the sea, I arrived in Lanka and practically put my foot on Ravana’s skull! I am not a fraud, either!
Sita’s anxious thoughts calmed when she realised that Hanuman was, in fact, Rama’s messenger. The first signs of optimism broke through the gap left by her anxieties’ absence. She was really happy to see Hanuman, and she was also at rest after hearing his remarks. When did you first meet Rama? “How did you know Lakshmana and how did man and monkey become friends,” she enquired. Also, describe Rama and Lakshmana to me, including their characteristics and appearance; just hearing about them, my sadness will end. Hanuman started praising Rama and informing Sita about all of his many merits and traits. “Rama’s every limb is constructed to dazzling perfection, and he is as renowned as Indra, as smart as Brihaspathi, as patient as the earth, and as glorious as the Sun. It’s impossible to express the unparalleled beauty of his form. His lotus-like eyes, which he has had since birth, draw the attention of everyone whose protector he is. He is broad-shouldered and long-armed, and he only knows truth and honour as his way of life. He is revered in all three realms for his prowess as a skilled archer, warrior, charioteer, and statecraft expert. His gentle words always bring joy and never cause distress to his listeners because he is a master of his senses and a master of the Vedas. Large eyes with a lotus shape are limitless reservoirs of compassion. He is regarded as the very embodiment of dharma because he is devoted to serving all living things and all beings, and he is grounded in truth and righteousness. Rama’s brother Lakshmana is an exact replica of him in appearance, speech, and ability. We first saw Rama and Lakshmana in Rishyamuka, where they were on the prowl for you. Hanuman continued by informing Sita of Sugriva’s difficulties, his friendship treaty with Rama, Vali’s passing, Sugriva’s coronation, and how he and endless numbers of Vanaras had been sent to look for her. When Sita was eventually persuaded, Hanuman pleaded with her to allow him to return to Rama and inform him of her finding.
As she listened to Hanuman, Sita’s face alternately shone and faded with her many shifting emotions. She lamented, “Overwhelmed by the abrupt fortunes or calamities that strike them, mortals are no longer their own masters but powerless puppets in the hands of the gods whom no creature on earth can challenge, and the news of Rama was to her like a mixture of poison and sweetness. Hanuman, it’s true. Look at the pain Rama Lakshmana and I endure.” Hanuman continued to listen to Sita’s wailing as she vented her frustrations. She warned Rama that she would soon pass away if he did not act quickly since the year that Ravana had given her to submit to him was coming to an end. Sita wept, “Ravana disregards the advice of his good brother Vibhishana and refuses to surrender me to Rama, so courting his own destiny. When will Rama liberate me after killing Ravana?” Perhaps Death is already on the lookout for the rakshasa in order to bring him to the battlefield and expose him to Rama’s arrows. Rama had killed 14,000 Rakshasas on his alone, so who could possibly have a chance against him? Hanuman even volunteered to take Sita to Rama on his back across the oceans to swiftly put an end to her grief. Sita was pleased and amazed by the offer, but she hesitated and questioned if Hanuman’s slender frame could support her. Hanuman began growing his body back into his real shape after being stung by this new type of humiliation. Then, he took a position as tall as Mount Meru, shining like a sacrifice fire and sporting fangs and claws made of diamond. Even though she was confident in Hanuman’s power, Sita nonetheless expressed concern that their hurry may jeopardise Rama’s mission. My fear is that I might fall into the sea and end up as food for its animals due to your speed, Hanuman. Protecting someone else would pose a risk and be difficult, even for the most talented and capable people. She was concerned that Ravana would send his armies after them once he saw them. Provoking the rakshasas would be foolish because neither victory nor defeat could ever be predicted in a war. She expressed her concern by saying, “If the terrible demons harm you, no one else will be able to bring Rama here. I also know that you can fight the attackers single handed, but then it will rob Rama of the honour of saving me himself. Hurry, Hanuman, before Rama, Lakshmana, and everyone else in Kishkinda put up their lives in despair at never seeing you. In addition, I have only touched Rama. What about Ravana, you could wonder. Yes, He did carry me away since Rama wasn’t there, I was defenceless, and nobody else could save or defend me. Bring Hanuman quickly, and take my grief away.