As the dark and massive Raavana flew in the sky with her, Seeta struggling in his
grasp looked like a flash of lightning across a great black cloud. The Raakshasa carrying
her appeared like a mountain covered by a forest-fire. The body of Raavana, lit up by
Seeta, coursed through the sky like a calamitous comet.
Thus was Seeta carried avvay by the
Raakshasa. The sun grew dim and untimely darkness descended on the earth. All
beings lamented: "Dharma is destroyed. Righteousness has disappeared. Virtue and pity
are no more."
The dumb creatures of the earth, looking
upwards, shed tears. Raavana, cruelly clutching the princess, flew-as towards his
ruin. As she was carried away, the petals fell down from the flowers she was wearing at
that time and as they were strewn along the path below, they seemed to announce the
scattering of Raavana's fortune and affluence. |