Having said
this, Hanumaan paused. These sweet
words, uttered by some one from somewhere, filled Seeta with wonder and delight. She
looked around in all directions to discover who conveyed such sweet matter in so sweet a
voice and in such exquisite language.
She looked round, and up and down but found
no human form Jo match this perfect speech. She only saw a lovely little monkey seated on
the branch above her. Seeta saw the son of Vaayu, the wise minister of the Vaanara
king, in the form of a little monkey, radiant like the rising sun.
The reader should imagine for himself the
joy of Raama's messenger, as Seeta's eyes fell on him. The reader who experiences this joy
will find God in his heart. Naaraayana, who is waiting eagerly to enter and take
possession of our hearts, would leave the great and boundless ocean of milk and come to
dwell within us, when we cleanse ourselves of sinful thoughts. |