SECTION XXXII.

And beholding that tawny-colored monkey like unto a mass of lightnings

and wearing a white cloth, hidden on the tree, Sita's mind was greatly

agitated. And she saw there the humble, sweet-speeched monkey, appearing

graceful like unto a collection of full-blown _Asoka_ flowers and having

eyes resembling burning gold. And observing that foremost of the

monkeys, sitting humbly, that daughter of the king of Mithila, again

greatly amazed, thought.--"This monkey is the most terrible of his race

and therefore hard to be got at and looked at." Thinking this she again

sank in fear. And stricken with grief she again bewailed in piteous

accents exclaiming,--"O Rama! O Lakshmana!" And she wept silently and

lowly. And then beholding that best of monkeys approach her humbly, the

fair daughter of the Mithili's king, thought,--"Is this a dream mine

eyes have seen?" And she again looked towards that Wind-god's son, the

foremost of the monkeys, the best of those gifted with intelligence,

having a huge disfigured countenance, highly accomplished and wearing a

dress mentioned before. And beholding him Sita was almost out of breath

with fear. And regaining soon her sense the large-eyed damsel again

thought, --"I have seen a very inauspicious dream to-day--to see a

monkey in a dream is reckoned inauspicious by the sages. May good betide

Rama, Lakshmana and my Sire the king of Janaka. It is no dream, I have

not slept, worn with grief and trouble as I am. Apart from my lord

having the countenance of the full-moon, I have no happiness. Thinking

of Rama always and uttering his name, each sight I see and each sound I

hear brings him to my eye or ear. And therefore his form appearing in my

mind is distressing me to-day, who am entirely sunk in his thoughts. And

thinking of him always I see him before me and hear his words. Methinks

this is but a phantom of the mind. And thinking this I still behold the

same. But an imaginary object can never have a form. And I still find a

distinct form addressing me. Be glory to Vachaspati, Indra, the self

existent Brahma, the lord of fire and may they so grant that the

creature who hath spoken before me, be real and not imaginary."

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