| Addressing
Hanumaan in the hearing of the myriad's of gloomy Vaanaras, Jaambavaan said: "O
Warrior, learned in all branches of knowledge, why are you sitting silent and apart? You
are the equal of King Sugreeva, are you not? In strength and splendour do you not surpass
all the rest of us? Why, are you not the equal of Raama and Lakshmana themselves? I have
seen Garuda, the king of birds crossing the sea. The might of your shoulders is not less
than that of Garuda's wings. You are not inferior to the son of Vinata in strength or
speed, but you are not aware of your own prowess and intelligence. There is no equal to you in the whole world. Anjanaa, your mother,
was a maiden among the goddesses above. By the curse of a rishi she was born as a Vaanari.
One day, while she was wandering care-free on a mountain slope, Vaayu saw her beauty and
fell in love with her and embraced her. She was wroth. |
