||Sundarakanda ||

|| Sarga 32||(Summary in English)


(PS: This is a true translation of the Sanskrit epic which tends to have long descriptive sentences which are retained as they are)

||om tat sat||

Sarga 32

Seeing Hanuman of tawny complexion like cluster of lightnings, hidden in the branches wearing white cloth Sita got perplexed.

She saw the Vanara who is readily approaching, who spoke pleasingly, who is looking like a cluster of Ashoka flowers in full bloom , with eyes of molten gold. Very much surprised Maithili started thinking. 'This Vanara's form is frightening, terrible to look at. He is inaccessible'. Thinking over this again she almost fainted. Sita , the noble lady , lost in fear, enveloped with sorrow, cried pitiably saying repeatedly 'Rama Rama' and 'Lakshmana'. Sita in a low voice cried in many ways.

Seeing that Vanara standing humbly nearby, Maithili thought this must be a dream. Looking further she saw a Vanara with a large curved face , who is an obedient servant , a minister of the Vanara king, foremost among the intelligent , and son of wind god. Looking at him she quickly lost her senses. The large eyed lady quickly recovered and started thinking.

'Today I saw an ugly monkey in my dream which is a prohibited animal in dreams by Sastras. Let auspicious things happen for Rama, Lakshmana, and the king my father Janaka. This is not a dream. Troubled by grief and sorrow I have no sleep and no happiness without the the one whose face is like that of full moon'.

'Thinking of Rama and Rama alone, always saying things about him, always thinking of his form , always talking about him , now I am seeing him and hearing him. I am tormented by intense love for Rama , with thoughts always immersed in him, always thinking about him now I see him and hear him. All of this is my wish I think. I am deliberating on my mind. But that (mind) has no form. But this one in front of me has a form and is speaking to me why ?'

'Salutations to Indra along with Brihaspti, Brahma the creator and the fire god too. Let all those words spoken by the Vanara in front of me be true and not anything else'.

Thus ends the Sarga thirty two of Sundarakanda in Ramayana the first poem ever composed in Sanskrit by the first poet sage Valmiki.