Sitting comfortably on the branch of the shimshupaa tree, Hanuman started looking for Seetha, observing carefully all the land around and the garden.
Hanuman noticed in that Ashoka garden, a little away from the tree he was sitting, a lofty temple filled with fragrances like a second Gandhamadana Mountain, standing by a thousand pillars, white like Mount Kailaasa with stairs made of corals with platforms made of refined gold as though radiant with glory, clear and tall as though scraping the sky.
Then he started to examine carefully every inch (sorry! I mean centimeter) of the ground, particularly the ground below every tree, huge or small. Then he cried "Hey! look at there!" within himself. The reason for his silent exclamation was Hanuman saw Seetha (he was not sure at that moment) wearing a soiled garment, surrounded by rakshasasis, emaciated due to fasting, looking miserable, sighing again and again, like the pure crescent moon at the beginning of a bright fortnight. Covered by a single but very lovely yellow coloured cloth, which was wrinkled, without any decorations like a lotus plant without lotuses, and together with mud. Bashful, tortured by sorrow, worn out in a pitiable condition like the constellation Rohini, pressed by the planet mars. With a face full of tears in a pitiable condition, emaciated due to not taking food, immersed in thought with gloom, always in a pitiable state, surrendering to sorrow. Not seeing dear people, but seeing groups of rakshashis, she looked like a female deer loosing her own herd surrounded by a group of hounds.
Looking carefully that beautiful lady with wide eyes, very untidy, emaciated, Hanuman concluded that the miserable but beautiful looking lady must be Seetha.
Hanuman wanted to be doubly, nay infinitely sure that this woeful and pathetic lady was indeed Seetha. He, therefore started to rationalize. He looked for and noticed that the jewellery of Seetha on her various parts Rama spoke of, those charming her limbs, well made earrings, well fitting other ornaments wonderful with diamonds on her limbs for long time, blackened and making marks on the body. The very same ornaments described by Rama were found shining and hanging in the branches of the tree.
Hanuman noticed in that Ashoka garden, a little away from the tree he was sitting, a lofty temple filled with fragrances like a second Gandhamadana Mountain, standing by a thousand pillars, white like Mount Kailaasa with stairs made of corals with platforms made of refined gold as though radiant with glory, clear and tall as though scraping the sky.
Then he started to examine carefully every inch (sorry! I mean centimeter) of the ground, particularly the ground below every tree, huge or small. Then he cried "Hey! look at there!" within himself. The reason for his silent exclamation was Hanuman saw Seetha (he was not sure at that moment) wearing a soiled garment, surrounded by rakshasasis, emaciated due to fasting, looking miserable, sighing again and again, like the pure crescent moon at the beginning of a bright fortnight. Covered by a single but very lovely yellow coloured cloth, which was wrinkled, without any decorations like a lotus plant without lotuses, and together with mud. Bashful, tortured by sorrow, worn out in a pitiable condition like the constellation Rohini, pressed by the planet mars. With a face full of tears in a pitiable condition, emaciated due to not taking food, immersed in thought with gloom, always in a pitiable state, surrendering to sorrow. Not seeing dear people, but seeing groups of rakshashis, she looked like a female deer loosing her own herd surrounded by a group of hounds.
Looking carefully that beautiful lady with wide eyes, very untidy, emaciated, Hanuman concluded that the miserable but beautiful looking lady must be Seetha.
Hanuman wanted to be doubly, nay infinitely sure that this woeful and pathetic lady was indeed Seetha. He, therefore started to rationalize. He looked for and noticed that the jewellery of Seetha on her various parts Rama spoke of, those charming her limbs, well made earrings, well fitting other ornaments wonderful with diamonds on her limbs for long time, blackened and making marks on the body. The very same ornaments described by Rama were found shining and hanging in the branches of the tree.
Hanuman examined carefully the cloth worn by that lady. This cloth being worn for a long time had worn out a lot, but Hanuman was totally convinced that it was of the same colour of the other upper garment with which her ornaments were tied and dropped at Kishkindha, while being carried away by that rakshash Ravana. Hanuman was then totally convinced that this lady of golden colour was indeed Rama's dear wife, Seetha the chaste one.
Hanuman then became ecstatic for finding Seetha and went by mind to Rama and praised that Lord.
Hanuman then became ecstatic for finding Seetha and went by mind to Rama and praised that Lord.
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