The fearful forms of the demon guard in charge of Sita, watched with disdain her darkest moments of despair and desolation. Angry that she was still defiant and still wished for death rather than give in to Ravana, they renewed their threats of devouring her. Some among them went to report of her disobedience to their master. It was then that Trijata an old demoness who was until then asleep, sat up saying "Wicked women stop persecuting Sita who is adored by the whole world. Eat me if you want but spare her. Now listen to my dream and listen carefully. In that dreadful dream I witnessed that which heralded the destruction of the rakshasas and the victory of Rama!" Alarmed at her words the frightened monsters abandoned Sita and huddled around Trijata. They heard in fascination to the vivid description of her dream in which she had seen Rama and Lakshmana. Clad and garlanded in pristine white, they were in a shimmering palanquin crafted out of the white tusks of elephants, and drawn by a thousand graceful swans. In the sea below on the peak of the Sweta mountain was Sita, who soon united with Rama, like the rays of light merging with the Sun. She had also sighted an elephant, large as a mountain, which had four tusks and was roaming all over Lanka. On it were sitting Rama, Lakshmana and Sita. Trijata said she had also seen Ravana clad in red, wearing a garland of red oleanders, smeared with oil, drinking oil. Later he was seen falling off the Pushpaka to be dragged away by a bald woman wearing black robes. Later I beheld him dancing like one demented riding a chariot drawn by donkeys from which he fell into an evil smelling bog. Kumbhakarna and the sons of Ravana were bathed in oil. Finally I saw Ravana ride away on a pig, Indrajit on a crocodile and Kumbhakarna on a camel. Then came visions of Vibhishana and his four ministers who sat on a magnificent four tusked elephant, which trumpeted like thunder as it walked in the skies. They rode through Lanka wearing white robes, white garlands to the sound of music and the blowing of conch shells. Trijata wove the story of her dream lurid in its horror to an end, in a hushed voice." I saw the once beautiful Lanka reduced to shambles. Its broken gates mansions, chariots, horses and elephants lay amidst the rolling, crashing waves of the sea. I saw Lanka protected by Ravana burn, set ablaze by a messenger of Rama, a mighty vanara from across the sea. Raucous rakshasas drinking oil were trying to make their way through the unfordable streets of Lanka, shrouded in ash and dirt. So, flee! Do not stay here, for if you do you shall die! That Rama will soon be here is certain and that he will annihilate you for tormenting his consort is even more certain. If you think otherwise, listen to me, Rama's'fury will not spare you, but Sita's compassion will. Seek her asylum, beg her pardon, for she alone can save you from Rama's rage. The destruction of Ravana, the triumph of Rama and the happiness of Sita are imminent. Not only my dream but the many igns that I witness, predict the ruin of Lanka. The call of the Pingala bird seems to say "Rama will soon be here!" and the eagle flapping its wings and flying around the tree seems to herald the coming of Rama and the end of Sita's sorrow."
Summary
The fearful forms of the demon guard in charge of Sita, watched with disdain her darkest moments of despair and desolation. Angry that she was still defiant and still wished for death rather than give in to Ravana, they renewed their threats of devouring her. Some among them went to report of her disobedience to their master. It was then that Trijata an old demoness who was until then asleep, sat up saying "Wicked women stop persecuting Sita who is adored by the whole world. Eat me if you want but spare her. Now listen to my dream and listen carefully. In that dreadful dream I witnessed that which heralded the destruction of the rakshasas and the victory of Rama!" Alarmed at her words the frightened monsters abandoned Sita and huddled around Trijata. They heard in fascination to the vivid description of her dream in which she had seen Rama and Lakshmana. Clad and garlanded in pristine white, they were in a shimmering palanquin crafted out of the white tusks of elephants, and drawn by a thousand graceful swans. In the sea below on the peak of the Sweta mountain was Sita, who soon united with Rama, like the rays of light merging with the Sun. She had also sighted an elephant, large as a mountain, which had four tusks and was roaming all over Lanka. On it were sitting Rama, Lakshmana and Sita. Trijata said she had also seen Ravana clad in red, wearing a garland of red oleanders, smeared with oil, drinking oil. Later he was seen falling off the Pushpaka to be dragged away by a bald woman wearing black robes. Later I beheld him dancing like one demented riding a chariot drawn by donkeys from which he fell into an evil smelling bog. Kumbhakarna and the sons of Ravana were bathed in oil. Finally I saw Ravana ride away on a pig, Indrajit on a crocodile and Kumbhakarna on a camel. Then came visions of Vibhishana and his four ministers who sat on a magnificent four tusked elephant, which trumpeted like thunder as it walked in the skies. They rode through Lanka wearing white robes, white garlands to the sound of music and the blowing of conch shells. Trijata wove the story of her dream lurid in its horror to an end, in a hushed voice." I saw the once beautiful Lanka reduced to shambles. Its broken gates mansions, chariots, horses and elephants lay amidst the rolling, crashing waves of the sea. I saw Lanka protected by Ravana burn, set ablaze by a messenger of Rama, a mighty vanara from across the sea. Raucous rakshasas drinking oil were trying to make their way through the unfordable streets of Lanka, shrouded in ash and dirt. So, flee! Do not stay here, for if you do you shall die! That Rama will soon be here is certain and that he will annihilate you for tormenting his consort is even more certain. If you think otherwise, listen to me, Rama's'fury will not spare you, but Sita's compassion will. Seek her asylum, beg her pardon, for she alone can save you from Rama's rage. The destruction of Ravana, the triumph of Rama and the happiness of Sita are imminent. Not only my dream but the many igns that I witness, predict the ruin of Lanka. The call of the Pingala bird seems to say "Rama will soon be here!" and the eagle flapping its wings and flying around the tree seems to herald the coming of Rama and the end of Sita's sorrow."