216. Hanuman distressed seeing the plight of Seetha.

         Hanuman noticed that Seetha on seeing that rakshash started shaking like a plantain tree in a cyclonic wind. She could not control herself and covering her stomach with thighs and breasts with hands sat down crying.

            Hanuman saw Seetha whose exquisite body was decorated by dirt as ornament. Although she was looking like a lotus stem covered with mud, she was shining. Seetha, a pleasant looking but now emaciated princess,  was crying.
             Seeing Seetha, the loving wife of his lord Rama crying so bitterly, Hanuman himself felt like crying. He thought that  Seetha was looking like a great she-serpent writhing under the spell of an incantation. She was like Rohini being fumigated by a smoke colored planet called Ketu. Being born in a virtuous traditional family with good conduct and character and getting married very suitably, Seetha appeared as if she was born in a bad family.

             Seetha was like fame fallen down due to false blame. She was like education ruined due to lack of learning by heart. Seetha was like a deteriorated great fame, like insulted faith, like an understanding grown feeble, like dulled hope.

           Seetha was like an expectation destroyed, like an order flouted, like a blazing quarter during a period of destruction, like a worship interrupted. Seetha was like a lotus destroyed, like an army of killed warriors, like light destroyed by darkness, like a vanished river. Seetha was like an altar desecrated, like a tongue of fire gone out, like a full moon night with moon devoured by Rahu.

          Seetha was like a lotus pond with torn out leaves and lotuses, being roughly treated by the trunk of an elephant. Grieved for her dear husband, Seetha was like a river which has dried up. She was like a new moon night.

              Seetha, a delicate one with well built limbs, accustomed to affluent houses full of diamonds, was now being tormented by heat, like a lotus fiber uprooted short time back. Seetha was like a she-elephant captured and tied to a pillar, made to be without the leader of the herd, sighing, very much tormented by grief. With a long single plait, shining without effort, Seetha was like the earth with dark groups of trees at the end of rainy season. Emaciated due to fasting, sorrow, and fear, Seetha was just existing with limited food to keep her just alive when Rama comes and releases her. Seetha was like a celestial being, tormented by grief and by thought with joined palms, desiring the defeat of Ravana at the hands of  Rama.

=========================================================