When the rangers of the night heard that the monkey had been bound. They all rushed to the court to see the spectacle. The monkey arrived and saw Ravana’s court, the superb glory of which was beyond all description.

Even gods and regents of the quarters cupped their hands in utter humility, waiting upon his frown, stricken with fear. But the monkey’s soul was no more awed at the sight of all this splendour than Garuda would be frightened by a multitude of snakes.

When the ten-headed saw the monkey he laughed and railed at him, but when he recalled the slaughter of his son, his soul grew sad.

‘Who are you monkey?’ said the king of Lanka, ‘and on whose might do you so rely that you have wrought the destruction of my grove? What, did you never hear of me? You fool, I see you are an exceptionally bold wretch.

For what offence did you slay the rangers of the night? Tell me, you fool, are you not afraid of losing your life? (Said Hanuman -) ‘Listen, Ravana; recall him by whose might Maya (Nature) fashions numberless universes;

- by whose might, O Ten-headed, Brahma creates, Hari (Vishnu) preserves and Isha (Shiva)destroys; by whose strength the thousand-headed Shesha supports the universe with all its mountains and forests on his head;

Who assumes forms for the protection of the gods and teachers wretches like you a lesson; who broke the unbending bow of Hara and crushed with it the pride of a host of princes;