Summary



Pale with fear and grieved at Ravana's words, Sita placed a blade of grass between them, deeming it unfit to talk to Ravana directly. "Forget me Ravana", She said, "go back to your wives. Desiring me is like a sinner desiring heaven. It shall never happen. Born of a noble race and married into another noble one, famed for my purity will I ever defile myself with shameful deeds, that the world will condemn? Turning away and sitting with her back to him, Sita continued to chastise Ravana, "Be noble Ravana! Never depart from it. Follow the path of the virtuous. Why do you, who wish your wives to be chaste not think alike about the wives of other men? Give up your lawless love Rakshasa! Think how you would react if other men consorted with your wives and realise that they too would react in the same way. The wealth and life of him who, discontent with his wife and betrayed by his senses seeks the company of other's wives will soon perish. Are there no wise men in Lanka to give you good advice? Or do you in your arrogance pretend to humbly listen to them with no intention of ever heeding them? Perhaps as prelude to the destruction of the entire rakshasa race you turn a deaf ear to their counsel. Ruled by a wicked, and unwise king the most prosperous of kingdoms can fall to ruin and so will Lanka for the blame of you! Your lack of foresight will lead to your destruction and the people of the earth will rejoice in your downfall. Neither power nor wealth tempts me. Just as light cannot be separated from the Sun, I too cannot be separated from Rama. How can I, having embraced Rama, lord of the universe even think of you who are nobody?" "Ravana! Unite me with Rama if you wish to live. Cease this enmity with him for he is noble. Renowned as the knower of every virtue, ever compassionate to all those who seek refuge in him, Rama will forgive you and set you free. I too shall plead for you. Your arrogance may delude you into believing that Indra's Vajra may spare you and Yama's noose may wait forever to claim you, but never will Rama let the wicked like you live. The arrows of Rama and Lakshmana will soon fill Lanka and in that fiery deluge Lanka will perish. Unable to retaliate the carnage at Janasthana you resorted to stealth and abducted me. If only you had even a whiff of Rama's presence you would have fled like a dog, fleeing from tigers. Just as the blazing rays of the sun vaporize a puddle, so shall Rama wipe you off the face of the earth. Your time is running out and it bodes you ill. You would not otherwise be tormenting me so! Just, as a tree cannot escape the lightening about to strike it, you too cannot escape Rama's inexorable arrows".