| No one can
enter this city. No one among the gods or asuras can match me in might; and they know it.
What pleasure or honour is it for you to stick to a poor human creature banished from his
kingdom, a destitute wandering in the forest? To match your beauty, you need my wealth. Do
not waste the years of our youth. You are never again going to set eyes on Raama; be
certain of that. Raama cannot approach this city.
Treat this kingdom as yours. Treat me and all the obedient gods as slaves. Till now,
because of your sins in some previous birth, you have suffered hardship. Here after you
will enjoy with me the fruits of your former merits. You will be the queen of Lanka and
the wife of the Lord of Lanka, the conqueror of Kubera. Let us take our pleasure floating
about the world in the Pushpaka vimaana. Let the cloud of sorrow disappear from your face
and let the moon of joy appear." |
