took him to the court of Raavana and placed him in front of the King. Forgetting the pain
and insults he had borne, Hanumaan gazed with wrathful curiosity at the giant monarch. As
he gazed at him resplendent on his throne a sort of pitying admiration of the doomed
Raakshasa entered his thoughts.
Clad in silk of golden hue, with the royal crown on his head, the jewels inlaid in it
shining brilliantly, Raavana sat there, a figure of dazzling splendour. The whole court
was brilliant with shining gold and gems, pearls and silk. His dark body, lit up by the
marks of royalty, looked like a great radiant hill.
"Alas!" thought Hanumaan full of anger, wonder and pity. "If only this
great one had not swerved from the path of dharma, not
even Indra could equal him. What a form, what radiance, what strength! Trusting to the
boon he had secured, he took to wicked ways and has lost his happiness and forfeited his