• What's more, the vulture tended to Ravana, saying, 'Leave the princess of Mithila, abandon her I say! How canst thou, O Rakshasa, violate her when I am alive? In the event that thou dost not discharge my little girl in-law, thou shalt not escape from me with life!' And having said these words Jatayu started to tear the lord of the Rakshasas with his claws. What's more, he disfigured him in a hundred distinct parts of his body by hitting him with his wings and noses. What's more, blood started to stream as bountifully from Ravana's body as water from a mountain spring. What's more, assaulted accordingly by that vulture envious of Rama's great, Ravana, taking up a sword, remove the two wings of that fowl. What's more, having killed that lord of the vultures, enormous as a mountain-top shooting forward over the mists, the Rakshasa rose high noticeable all around with Sita on his lap.
  • Also, the princess of Videha, wherever she saw a refuge of monkish life, a lake, a stream, or a tank, tossed down an adornment of hers. What's more, viewing on the highest point of a mountain five premier of monkeys, that clever woman tossed down amongst them a wide bit of her unreasonable clothing. Also, that excellent and yellow bit of fabric fell, rippling through the air, amongst those five premier of monkeys like lightning from the mists. Also, that Rakshasa soon passed an extraordinary path through the atmosphere like a winged animal through the air. What's more, soon the Rakshasa viewed his delightful and beguiling city of numerous doors, encompassed on all sides by high dividers and assembled by Viswakrit himself. Also, the ruler of the Rakshasa then entered his own particular city known by the name of Lanka, joined by Sita.' "Keeping in mind Sita was being diverted, the canny Rama, having killed the immense deer, backtracked his strides and saw his sibling Lakshmana (in transit).
  • Furthermore, seeing his sibling, Rama decried him, saying, 'How couldst thou come here, leaving the princess of Videha in a backwoods that is spooky by the Rakshasa?' And thinking about his own particular allurement to an extraordinary separation by that Rakshasa in the appearance of a deer and on the landing of his sibling (allowing Sita to sit unbothered in the shelter), Rama was loaded with misery. What's more, rapidly progressing towards Lakshmana while reprimanding him still, Rama asked him, 'O Lakshmana, is the princess of Videha still alive? I fear she is not any more!' Then Lakshmana let him know everything about what Sita had said, particularly that unbecoming dialect of hers therefore.
  • With a smoldering heart Rama then ran towards the haven. What's more, in transit he observed a vulture colossal as a mountain, lying in desolations of death. What's more, suspecting him to be a Rakshasa, the relative of the Kakutstha race, alongside Lakshmana hurried towards him, drawing with awesome power his bow to a circle. The forceful vulture, nonetheless, tending to them both, said, 'Favored be ye, I am the ruler of the vultures, and companion of Dasaratha!' Listening to these expressions of his, both Rama and his sibling set aside their fantastic bow and said,
  • 'Who is this one that speaketh the name of our dad in these woods?' And after that they saw that animal to be a fowl desperate of two wings, and that fledgling then let them know of his own oust because of Ravana for the purpose of Sita. At that point Rama enquired of the vulture as to the way Ravana had taken. The vulture addressed him by a gesture of his head and after that inhaled his last. What's more, having comprehended from the sign the vulture had made that Ravana had gone towards the south, Rama reverencing his dad's companion, brought about his memorial service obsequies to be appropriately performed.
  • Before Ravana seized Sita, he send his demoniac sibling Marichi to the isolation of Sita-Rama, who baited away Rama and Laksmana as a brilliant dear profound into the woodland. Maricha expected the state of a brilliant deer with silvern detects; its horns were tipped with sapphire and its eyes were similar to blue lotus blossoms. This delightful creature of tender appearing to be brushed beneath the trees until Sita observed it with pondering eyes as she approached to cull wild blooms. She called to Rama, saying: "A deer of wondrous magnificence is meandering through the forest. I long to breathe a sigh of relief on its brilliant skin."
  • Said Rama: "O Lakshmana, I should satisfy the longing of Sita. Dither with her until I get this creature for her." So talking, he lifted his bow and hurried away through the trees. Lakshmana addresses Sita and said: "My heart is brimming with second thought. Sages have informed that Rakshasas are wont to accept the types of deer. Ofttimes have rulers been waylaid in the timberland by cunning evil presences who came to draw them away."
  • Rama pursued the deer quite a while here and thither through the woods, and finally he shot a bolt which pierced its heart. In his misery Maricha sprang out of the deer's body, and shouted out in impersonation of Rama's voice: "Sita, Sita, spare me! O spare me, Lakshmana!" Then he passed on, and Rama saw that he had killed the Rakshasa Maricha, sibling of Ravana. Sita's heart was loaded with alert when she heard the voice of the Rakshasa bringing in impersonation of her spouse. She spake to Lakshmana, saying: "Rush and help my Rama; he calls for help."
  • Said Lakshmana: "Don't fear for Rama, O reasonable one. No Rakshasa can harm him. I should comply with his charge and stay close to thee. The cry thou hast heard is a hallucination created by evil spirits." Sita was wroth; her eyes shimmered and her voice shook as she spake, saying: "Hath thine heart become hard? Craftsmanship thou thy sibling's foe? Rama is in hazard, but then thou dost not hurry to help him. Hast thou tailed him to the woods seeking that he ought to bite the dust, in order to acquire his dowager by power? Assuming this is the case, thy trust is a hallucination, on the grounds that I won't live one minute after he bites the dust. It is pointless, in this way, for thee to delay here."
  • Said Lakshmana, whose eyes were loaded with tears: "I don't fear for Rama. . . . O Sita! thy words burn me, for thou craftsmanship as a mother unto me. I can't answer thee. My heart is free from sin. . . . Too bad! that whimsical ladies with noxious tongues ought to try to set sibling against sibling." Sita sobbed, and Lakshmana, apologizing that he had talked brutally, said: "I will obey thee and rush unto Rama. May the spirits of the woods secure thee against shrouded adversaries. I am beset on the grounds that I view malicious signs. When I return, might I see Rama by thy side."
  • Said Sita: "If Rama is killed I will kick the bucket by suffocating, or by toxic substance, or else by the noose. I can't live without Rama." Ravana kept watch the while, and when he saw Lakshmana leaving the isolation, he accepted the appearance of a woods sage and went towards the forlorn and pitiful hearted Sita. The wilderness had become noiseless. Ravana saw that Sita was excellent as the single moon at midnight when it lights up the melancholy backwoods. He spake, saying: "O lady of brilliant magnificence, O modest one in full blossom, robed in silk and embellished with blooms, craftsmanship thou Sri, or Gauri, 1 or the goddess of adoration, or a fairy of the woods? Red as coral are thy lips; thy teeth sparkle like to jasmine; love dwelleth in thine eyes so delicate and radiant. Slim craftsmanship thou and tall, with shapely appendages, and a chest like to ready natural product.
  • Wherefore, O reasonable one, with long sparkling tresses, dost thou wait here in the bereft wilderness? All the more appropriate it were if thou didst embellish a stately royal residence. Pick thee an illustrious suitor; be the spouse of a lord. What god is thy sire, O wonderful one?" Sita regarded Ravana, trusting that he was a Brahman. She recounted to him the narrative of Rama's outcast, and said: "Rest thyself here until the wilderness running brethren come back to welcome thee."
  • At that point Ravana said: "No Brahman am I, yet the leader of the vindictive Rakshasas. I am Ravana, Lord of Lanka, feared by even the divine beings. Thy magnificence, O reasonable one, clad in yellow silk, has taken hostage my heart. Be my boss ruler, O Sita, and five thousand handmaidens will hold up upon thee. Share mine domain and my distinction." Said Sita, whose eyes flashed blazing indignation: Knowest thou Rama, the god-like legend who is ever triumphant in strife? I am his married wife. Knowest thou Rama, the pure and virtuous one, who is unequivocally equipped and loaded with valor and uprightness? I am his married wife. What frenzy hath provoked thee to charm the wife of so relentless a warrior? I take after Rama as a lioness takes after a lion. Canst thou, a lurking jackal, want to get a lioness? Grab from the jaws of a lion the calf which it is eating up, touch the tooth of a cobra when it seizeth a fallen casualty, or tear up a mountain by the roots, or grab the sun in paradise before thou dost try to win or catch the wife of Rama, the justice fighter."
  • Ravana gloated his ability, saying: "I have energy to kill even Yama. I can torment the sun and shoot bolts through the earth. Little dost thou know of my superbness and my gallantry." At that point he changed his shape and stood up in massive devil structure with endless body and ten heads and twenty arms. . . . Seizing Sita, he took off through the air with her as Garuda steals away the ruler of serpents; he set her in his chariot and left swifter than the wind.
  • The inconspicuous spirits of the wilderness looked on, and they heard the cries of Sita as she brought futile for Rama and Lakshmana. Jatayu, the Ruler of Vultures, who lay snoozing on a peak, heard her and arose; he shot upon Ravana like to the thunderbolt of Indra. A wild fight was battled in mid air. Jatayu crushed the chariot and murdered the Rakshasa asses, yet Ravana took Sita in his arms, and, taking off higher than the Vulture lord, debilitated him with his sword. At that point Ravana proceeded with his adventure towards Lanka, skimming noticeable all around. As he ignored the Pile of Primates, Sita thought up to push off her trimmings, and they dropped through the air like falling stars. . . . The five gorillas discovered them and said: "Ravana is diverting some wonderful lady who calls upon Rama and Lakshmana."
  • At the point when Ravana came to his castle he conveyed Sita to a band of Rakshasa ladies, telling them to protect her by day and by night. Presently, when Sita was staying in the castle of the devil ruler, protected by Rakshasa ladies, Ravana drew nearer her over and over, and tended to her sweet discourses, adulating her excellence and attempting to win her affection. Yet, Sita rejected him with hatred. In spite of the fact that she was his detainee, he couldn't win her by power. She was reinforced by her own particular excellence; she was ensured by Brahma's fear order.
  • Be it realized that quite a long time ago the salacious Ravana had seized by power a fairy of Indra's paradise, whose name was Punjikashthala. When he submitted that abhorrent offense, Brahma spake indignantly and said that Ravana's head would be lease into pieces (split in a huge number of peaces) if at any point again he endeavored to act in like way towards another female in paradise or upon earth.
  • Sita said unto the evil spirit lord: "Thou shalt never have me for wife either in this world or in the following. Maybe would I bite the dust than delight thy craving." Irate was Ravana, and he charged the female Rakshasas to pass on Sita to the Asoka forest, trusting that her heart would be liquefied by the wonders of that reasonable retreat. "Thou shrink give her fine garment," he said, "and with rich adornments and heavenly sustenance, thou wither adulate me before her, and anon undermine her with critical catastrophe in the event that she refuseth to end up my spouse."