- oh ! Sita. Where on you can roam happily along with me. Oh ! heavy-hipped lady your face which is a clean lotus pleasing to the eye has lost its shine, stricken with grief.' [3-55-31]
While Sita was lost in thought, feeling ill at lase, looking wretched with her beauty dulled by her anxiety, the sinful lord of the demons continued : - [3-55-33]
I am bowing down, pressing my heads at your shining feet. I am at your mercy. Grant me your favour. I will remain your slave and remain ever under your control. [3-55-35]