"Tell him
of this incident. O Hanuman, I cannot wait for many more days. Tell him to come quickly
and save me."
Again she was in tears as she said: "On another occasion we were both wandering all
alone in the forest. I was tired. Perspiration had washed off the tilaka on my forehead.
My lord playfully plucked a pinch of red mineral from the rock and applied it between my
brows with his own sweet hands. Ask him if he remembers this incident."
As she went on recalling happy memories of the past the weight of her present sorrow
overwhelmed her and she wept and said:
What is there that he does not "What should I tell Raama know? Does he need my words
to rouse his indignation? Only tell my lord that I embrace his feet. That is enough. There
is Lakshmana beside him, the brother born to serve him and of unrivalled skill in arms. |
