Frightened at the jarring banter of the demon guard, choking with grief, Sita vented her anguish, "A mortal woman can never be the wife of a rakshasa. Devour me if you want, for I shall not yield to your threats." Calling upon Rama, Lakshmana, Kausalya and Sumitra, she lamented, "Separated from Rama, and unable to die, I still live. As the learned say, without the will of Iswara death claims no man or woman before their time, perhaps? Like a lone ship at sea, battered by the tempestuous winds sinks, so will I perish like an orphan? Only the fortunate and not I who am unfortunate will ever again see Rama the compassionate lord of the universe. What transgressions of nine warrant this torment of nine that haunts me? Death alone will probably relieve me of this great sorrow, but it does not come when wished for. I can never escape these rakshasa women, nor can I end my life for I do not have Rama's consent to do so. There is no worse curse than being born human and being dependent on others. "Blinded by lust Ravana abducted me, commanded by him his demon squad guard me and persecute me. I can no longer endure this life. Separated from Rama how can I live among these fiends? Devour me you monsters, I shall not touch Ravana even with my left foot, let alone love him! Never!"