"The king of the Raakshasas, who defeated in battle and put to flight the
gods of heaven, invites you to be his wife," said an other. "You must yield,
poor girl, or you must die."
'Slighting all his other wives," said
another, "Raavana wants you and promises to make you chief among his queens.
Forsaking all his noble wives, the King, bewitched by your beauty, begs for your love and
offers to make you first among his consorts. Why are you foolishly obstinate?"
"None in all the world can equal Lord
Raavana," said an other. "Good fortune comes seeking you and you spurn it. How
foolish!"
"The Sun and the Wind gods are afraid of the Raakshasa
king. And he comes seeking you and wants to make you his favourite wife! Do not let your
pride betray you. Do not reject the fortune that comes to you unsought."
And another concluded: "We have given
you good advice. We have done our best and we leave the rest to you. If you reject his
offer, you must surely die." |