Humiliated and humbled, Surpanakha hurled herself into Ravana's presence. "Slave to the pleasures of the senses, your unbridled, uncontrolled passion for women will lead you to perdition. Your deplorable intoxication will drive you into dangers that threaten you. Unopposed and without wholesome counsel a king will soon fall to ruin and his subjects will desert him." "You are an enemy of the gods, gandharvas and danavas. If you fail to gather information through spies, how can you protect your kingdom? Ravana! Kings who have no spies lose their treasury and their power. Did you know of the massacre at Dandaka where thousands of rakshasas have perished? Your espionage system is evidently inefficient and your ministers are ignorant. Rama has brought back peace to Dandaka and it is once again a safe haven for ascetics." "A ruthless king, who is arrogant and indifferent to others, will have none to help him in times of need. Unwarranted anger, violence and vanity will cut short his rule. A piece of wood, a clod of earth or even a fistful of dust will have more value, than such a king who will be treated like a worthless bit of straw. An alert ruler mindful of his commitments and just execution should always have control over his body and mind. Righteous and moral, he will be honored and his commands obeyed. Ravana, you have no such qualities, with neither discrimination nor wisdom you will soon come to grief." Surpanakha's harsh reprimands left Ravana thoughtful. The arrogant lord of the rakshasas, amply endowed with wealth and strength reflected upon the accusations hurled at him. He tried to examine his faults and Surpanakha who had roamed the earth at will and without fear, stood before him overcome by terror and passion!