It is to do her service that I crossed the sea, the lord of rivers, and am now
here in Lanka. All this seems much-but verily, if for her sake Raama should transform or
even destroy the universe, I would say from my soul-It is well done! She is worth it all
and more!"
And again Hanumaan's heart crossed the sea
back and dwelt on Raama far away.
Just then, as off the clear surface of a
lake a swan might glide, so in the blue sky the moon swam into sight and shone brightly as
if on purpose to help the son of Vaayu.
Peering between the leaves and not knowing
what to do, Hanumaan took another long look at the face of Seeta, a face that disclosed a
sea of care like a heavily-laden ship caught in a storm. The Raakshasis who guarded her
were intolerably ugly. One had only one eye, another only one car. Some were without ears
and some without noses. Some had Doses turned steeply upward. Some were bald, while some
had done their hair in grotesque styles. |