Jatayu lay close to Panchavati, in pain and dying. Sita nursed him and mourning her own tragic plight said, "Visions and omens are deemed to herald the advent of good or evil. The cry of bird and beast are signs of what is in store. Rama, where are you? Do you not see these signs? You are unaware of the great calamity that has befallen me. The denizens of the forest flee in fright trying to reach you with news of my plight. Jatayu tried in vain to save me but a victim of Ravana's violence, he is now dying. Save me Rama! Save me Lakshmana", appealed Sita to the invisible princes, who were beyond reach of help or hearing. Sita was desolate and woebegone, her jewels and garlands were in disarray, and her eyes streamed with unchecked tears. In her anguish she ran from tree to tree clinging to them like a helpless vine. Calling out for Rama, she cried piteously entwining herself to the trees of the forest in an attempt to resist Ravana. In that fearful forest devoid of all human habitation she ran stumbling and groping. The irony of it was that Rama the most valorous and compassionate of men and the refuge of every creature was unable to render either assistance or asylum to his own consort! Ravana reached for Sita and dragged her by her hair. The world was aghast at the humiliation, nature trembled at the outrage and a profound darkness enveloped the world. Brahma beheld the atrocity and said aloud "The task has been fulfilled". The sages of Dandaka, witnessing the most heinous acts of shame and evil knew that Ravana's destruction was fast approaching. Though relieved they were also deeply moved by Sita's grief. Ravana took Sita captive in his chariot and flew through the clouds. Sita in her finery made Ravana look like an ominous cloud streaked with lightening. Her garlands broke showering down petals to the earth. In her misery she was like a lotus torn from its stalk. Chasing the shadow of Ravana on the earth raced the angry birds and animals. Mountains seemed to weep for Sita, as cascading waterfalls rolled down their slopes. The world was shocked at Ravana who had neither dharma, nor virtue, nor mercy. Grief spread like wildfire through out the jungle and even tender fawns followed Sita with their forlorn gaze, as terror and tears filled their soft eyes clouding their vision! Sita's anguish seemed endless and she frantically looked down in vain for signs of Rama and Lakshmana. The world shuddered at her distress, but Ravana in his supreme arrogance was unaware that his sinful act would bring about his death.
Summary
Jatayu lay close to Panchavati, in pain and dying. Sita nursed him and mourning her own tragic plight said, "Visions and omens are deemed to herald the advent of good or evil. The cry of bird and beast are signs of what is in store. Rama, where are you? Do you not see these signs? You are unaware of the great calamity that has befallen me. The denizens of the forest flee in fright trying to reach you with news of my plight. Jatayu tried in vain to save me but a victim of Ravana's violence, he is now dying. Save me Rama! Save me Lakshmana", appealed Sita to the invisible princes, who were beyond reach of help or hearing. Sita was desolate and woebegone, her jewels and garlands were in disarray, and her eyes streamed with unchecked tears. In her anguish she ran from tree to tree clinging to them like a helpless vine. Calling out for Rama, she cried piteously entwining herself to the trees of the forest in an attempt to resist Ravana. In that fearful forest devoid of all human habitation she ran stumbling and groping. The irony of it was that Rama the most valorous and compassionate of men and the refuge of every creature was unable to render either assistance or asylum to his own consort! Ravana reached for Sita and dragged her by her hair. The world was aghast at the humiliation, nature trembled at the outrage and a profound darkness enveloped the world. Brahma beheld the atrocity and said aloud "The task has been fulfilled". The sages of Dandaka, witnessing the most heinous acts of shame and evil knew that Ravana's destruction was fast approaching. Though relieved they were also deeply moved by Sita's grief. Ravana took Sita captive in his chariot and flew through the clouds. Sita in her finery made Ravana look like an ominous cloud streaked with lightening. Her garlands broke showering down petals to the earth. In her misery she was like a lotus torn from its stalk. Chasing the shadow of Ravana on the earth raced the angry birds and animals. Mountains seemed to weep for Sita, as cascading waterfalls rolled down their slopes. The world was shocked at Ravana who had neither dharma, nor virtue, nor mercy. Grief spread like wildfire through out the jungle and even tender fawns followed Sita with their forlorn gaze, as terror and tears filled their soft eyes clouding their vision! Sita's anguish seemed endless and she frantically looked down in vain for signs of Rama and Lakshmana. The world shuddered at her distress, but Ravana in his supreme arrogance was unaware that his sinful act would bring about his death.