Champata 16 mathras
Do not talk to me like this. Go and talk to my lord who is the king of kings
Return me to Rama and fall at his feet. Or else, he will kill you.
Oh lady, your face is like a beautiful flower that decorates black hair which competes with darkness
Please do not think about the human being, Rama.
I am the lord of the three worlds, and please live with me.
I am enslaved at your feet
Thus Hanuman sat on the branches of the Shimshipa tree, overwhelmed with sorrow. At that time, when almost three fourth of the night was over, a debauched Ravana, dressed in all splendour, came near Sita and told her thus:
My boy! why have any doubt?
you go and tie up the horse.
My valiant brother, don’t panic,
look at that magnificent horse there
The handsome, good-natured, moon-faced boys secured their mother’s permission and reached the forest and were wandering around enjoying the beautiful sights of the fruit-laden trees and birds when Lava saw a big horse and spoke to his elder brother thus.