Ramayana, Epic of Rama, Prince of India

VIII. Sita Discovered - 117
Mighty Gods and strong Asuras shall not hinder Rama’s path,
When at Lanka’s gates he thunders with his more than godlike wrath,
Deadly YAMA, all-destroying, pales before his peerless might,
When his red right arm of vengeance wrathful Rama lifts to smite!
By the lofty Mandar mountains, by the fruit and root I seek,
By the cloud-obstructing Vindhyas, and by Malya’s towering peak,
I will swear, my gentle Lady, Rama’s vengeance draweth nigh,
Thou shall see his beaming visage like the Lord of Midnight Sky,
Firm in purpose Rama waiteth on the Prasra-vana hill,
As upon the huge Airarat, INDRA, motionless and still!
Flesh of deer nor forest honey tasieth Rama true and bold,
Till he rescues cherished Sita from the Rakshas castled hold,
Thoughts of Sita leave not Rama dreary day or darksome night,
Till his vengeance deep and dreadful crushes Ravan in his might,
Forest flower nor scented creeper pleases Rama’s anguished heart,
Till he wins his wedded consort by his death-compelling dart!”
IV. Sita’s Token
[125] Token from her raven tresses Sita to the Vanar gave,
Hanuman with dauntless valour crossed once more the ocean wave,
Where in Prasra-vana’s mountain Rama with his brother stayed,
Jewel from the brow of Sita by her sorrowing consort laid,
Spake of Ravan’s foul endearment and his loathsome loving word,
Spake of Sita’s scorn and anger and her truth unto her lord,
Tears of sorrow and affection from the warrior’s eyelids start,
As his consort’s loving token Rama presses to his heart!
“As the mother-cow, Sugriva, yields her milk beside her young,
Welling tears upon this token yields my heart by anguish wrung,
Well I know this dear-loved jewel sparkling with the ray of heaven,
Born in sea, by mighty INDRA to my Sita’s father given,
Well I know this tender token, Janak placed it on her hair,
When she came my bride and consort decked in beauty rich and rare,