Then he went elsewhere. In another chamber he saw many beds. He saw one more
gorgeous than the rest, covered with gold and diamonds and Raavana stretched on it, like
another Mount Meru. His form and majestic splendour mace even Hanumaan tremble for it
moment.
He stood on one side and scanned the
sleeping figure unable for a time to take his eyes off the majestic and virile beauty of
that mighty form-the great muscles now in repose, the symmetrical grace of limbs which
made the Raakshasa King at once beautiful and terrible.
Then Hanumaan looked at the women in the
beds around and on the carpets. Some, who had fallen asleep while singing, were still
bugging their musical instruments. |