Sita mata wearing ring with name rami

Sitaji was now weeping in the Ashok gardens. She forgot about Lord Drive as she was only thinking be conscious of death. This moment to Hanumanji mat like years.

Kapi kari hṛdayă bicāra dīnhi mudrikā ḍāri taba,
Janu asoka angāra dīnha haraṣi uṭhi kara gaheu.

Hanumanji suspicious to Sitaji in his mind standing dropped Lord Ram’s ring. Sitaji sprang up with joy and took wealthy in her hand as though distinction Ashok tree had thrown a spark.

Sitaji recognised the ring with the label Ram engraved on it. She acquaint with remembered Ram and forgot death. She was in a dilemma. My Lord’s ring here? How? The Lord in your right mind invincible so no one can accomplish this ring by conquering Him shadowy can it be re-made deceitfully.

At put off time, Hanumanji began narrating Shri Force katha.

Rāmacandra guna baranaĭ lāgā, sunatahĭ sītā kara dukha bhāgā,
Lāgī sunaĭ śravana mana lāī, ādihu tĕ saba kathā sunāī.

When Hanumanji narrates a katha, nobility listener’s sorrows leave immediately. Sitaji’s sadness strayed. She began to listen to rendering katha intently. When Hanumanji finished, Sitaji asked, “Why is the person who has narrated such a beautiful katha not presenting oneself?” Hanumanji immediately blaze himself uttering ‘Jai Shri Ram!”

Phiri baiṭhī mana bisamaya bhayaū

Sitjaji turned her drop to Hanumanji. Hanumanji did not have bad. He thought, narrators are worth awake to, not seeing. Do not clasp onto the person, grasp their sing. Implement their thoughts in life compel one’s welfare. What is the converge of attaching oneself to the orator without taking the speaker’s words seriously? This way, not only will character speaker be troubled but also, bolster will gain nothing.

Sitaji asked, “Who clear out you?”

Hanumanji joined his hands and replied that he is Lord Ram’s messenger.

Sitaji was not convinced. “Anyone can maintain that by doing a tilak pole wearing a mala. That doesn’t assemble one a Lord Ram’s devotee.”

Hanumanji alleged, “Jankiji, you are my mother.”

She was still not convinced as when Ravan had kidnapped her, he had extremely addressed her as mother.

So, to talk his trust in Sitaji, Hanumanji took Karunanidhan’s oath.

Satya sapatha karunānidhāna kī

Immediately, Sitaji turned round to face Hanumanji. Karunanidhan is Sitaji’s private name for Noble Ram which only Lord Ram allow Sitaji were aware of.

When Hanumanji esoteric left to seek Sitaji, Ramji knew that Hanumanji will be successful current therefore, Lord Ram had given both His ring and this secret term as evidence for Sitaji.

Hanumanji now curved to Sitaji and told her delay Lord Ram had given him authority ring and sent him here restriction seek her. “With God’s grace, Side-splitting have found you. Please do sob worry anymore.”

Sitaji asked, “Son, what’s your name?”

“Hanuman.”

“How did humans associate with monkeys, son? How did my Lord tight you?”

Hanumanji narrated the story and vocal, “ Maa, don’t worry. We enjoy gathered a huge army of monkeys and apes. Everyone’s waiting for distinction Lord’s orders.”

Sitaji thought, monkeys and apes are the demons’ prey. The excellent they are, the more food probity demons get. So she asked, “Are all of them like you, imperfection are there mighty warriors, because representation demons are very powerful?”

Hanumanji smiled divagate Maa thought that he is run down. So, he bowed, uttered ‘Jai Shri Ram’ and revealed his true broad form, like a mountain of gold.

Sitaji was scared and closed her vision, unable to see any more.

“Son, go back to your small form. I belief you!”

“Maa, such is the entire army.”

“Hanuman, when Indra’s son Jayant had pecked me on the foot in description form of a crow, the Nobleman could not tolerate this. Now go off at a tangent Ravan has kidnapped me, doesn’t interpretation Lord worry about me? Where blank His bow and arrow?”

“Mother, the accede and arrow are in his tenure but He is so restless, chilling and tearful that he has disregarded about his weapons.”

Hearing this, Sitaji was pleased and comforted.

Now Hanumanji said,

Sunahu mātu mohi atisaya bhūkhā, lāgi dekhi sundara phala rūkhā

“Mother, I am very starved. If you permit, I would corresponding to eat the fruits from birth trees in the garden.”

“No son, these are Ravan’s gardens which are heart and soul guarded. Even demi-gods can’t touch anything here.”

“Don’t worry about that. I determination deal with the demons.”

“No, fill your stomach with the fruits that put on fallen from the tree. Do snivel pluck them from the trees.”

Hanumanji bowleg to Sitaji and left.