||Sundarakanda ||

|| Sarga 36||(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||

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Sarga 36

Having talked about Rama and how the alliance of Vanaras and the humans was achieved ,the powerful son of wind god , Hanuman again spoke humbly to inspire confidence in Sita.

'Oh Noble lady ! I am a Vanara. I am a messenger of learned Rama. Oh Divine lady ! See the ring with the name of Rama inscribed. This was given by him, the great soul, to get your trust. Oh Lady be calm. Your sorrows have ended. May the best things happen'.

Saying this the Vanara gave the ornament that adorned her husbands hand to Sita. Sita too taking that ring and gazing at the same longingly became very happy as though she obtained her husband.
That wide eyed lady with reddish eyes shone like the moon freed from Rahu. Then that young lady Sita delighted by the message from her husband, blushed and felt happy. Praising the great Vanara for his actions, she pleased him with the following words .

' Oh Best of Vanaras ! Single-handedly by whom the Rakshasa abode has been assailed , that person being you , you are very brave. You are very capable. You are very knowledgeable. Your admirable prowess reduced the the hundred Yojana wide ocean which is the abode of crocodiles to a calf's hoof mark. Oh Bull among Vanaras ! Being the one who has no fear or excitement of Ravana, I do not think you are an ordinary Vanara'.

'Oh best among Vanaras, if you are sent by Rama, who realized self, it is proper form me to talk with you. Rama who is of formidable valor, will not send one specially to me without knowing or without testing their capabilities. Fortunately the righteous Rama, the follower of truth, is well. The glorious Lakshmana who is the pleasure of Sumitra too is well. If Kakutstha is well , why does he not burn this earth circled by ocean in his rage as if it is the end of the Yuga. Both being capable of holding even the Devas , why are they not coming for my rescue. May be my sorrows are not a disaster I think. Is Rama not depressed. Is he not suffering . Probably he is taking necessary steps for my rescue.

' Rama ,the king's son is probably not too depressed to attend to action for my rescue. May be he is attending to his duties. The terror of enemies , he who desires to be victorious must be following two types or may be three types of action. With friends he has a good team. Hope he is making friends. Friends also need him. Hope they are good friends. Hope he is honored by his friends.
Does the son of the king, Rama keep getting blessings of the Gods. Hope he he follows the personal effort as well as divine support. Due to separation, is Raghava devoid of love. Oh Vanara! Hope he will liberate me from this misery. Hope Rama who deserves happiness and is not used to unhappiness , has not become depressed facing sorrows'.

' Hope he is hearing the well being of mother Kausalya, similarly mother Sumitra as as well as that of Bharata. The respectable Raghava facing sorrow on my account hope has not become absent minded. Hope he will save me. Bharat devoted to his brother, will he send an army of one Akshhauni protected by ministers for me. The king of Vanaras surrounded by valiant Vanaras who use teeth as well as nails as weapons, will he reach here? The valiant Lakshmana, son of Sumitra , expert in using weapons, will he kill the Rakshasas with a flow of arrows. When can I see Ravana and and his friends slain in a fiery battle soon ?'

'Hope Rama who has face like that of a moon with its golden complexion and lotus fragrance has not withered away with grief like the lotus without water in scorching heat. Rama who has given up kingdom for the sake of truthfulness and righteous conduct , led me to the forest on foot without showing agony , fear or sorrow , has retained the courage of his heart. His love for me is equal or more than the love of his mother or father. It is not otherwise. O messenger I wish to survive until I see news from my husband'.

The divine lady thus having told the Vanara in meaningful and sweet words about her beloved Rama, then remained silent waiting to hear again more words about Rama. Maruti the fierce warrior, hearing the words of Sita , bowing his head in obeisance said the following in his reply.

'Oh Lady with eyes like lotus petals ! Rama does not know that you are here. So he has not brought you back immediately like Indra got back Sachi. Hearing my words Raghava will immediately come here leading a huge army of the troops of Vanaras and bears. The Kakutstha making still the ocean by a torrent of arrows, will rid the city of Lanka of all Rakshasas. There if death or any body else comes in the way to obstruct he will destroy them. Oh Gentle lady ! Not able to see you, immersed in sorrow he is unhappy like an elephant tormented by a lion'.

'Oh Sita I swear in the name of Vindhyas, the Meru mountain, Dardura and by the roots and fruits as well that you will soon see Rama with beautiful eyes red lips like bimba fruit, with lovely ear rings and with a countenance resembling full moon'.

'Oh Vaidehi ! You will see Rama seated on the back of an elephant on the mount Prasaravana, like the Indra who performed hundred Kratus. Raghava does not eat meat. Does not drink too. He is always eating only one fifth of the food as prescribed for ascetics. After you left always thinking about you, Raghava no longer drives away flies or mosquitos nor insects or even serpents from his body. Always immersed in sorrow, Rama is always meditating. Absorbed in love for you, he does not think of anything else. Rama is never sleeping. Even if he sleeps he will be saying Sita Sita in sweet voice in his sleep. When ever he sees fruit or flower, deeply sighing he calls out again and again saying 'Oh Dear oh Dear'. Oh Devi the great soul and the prince always burning away, wanting to talk about you. Firm about his decision, he makes efforts to secure you only'.

Though equally sad because of his sorrow, that Vaidehi , with her sorrow mitigated by hearing about Rama, appeared like the moon on a night at the advent of autumn looking partly muffled by clouds and partly bright.

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

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