Tell me, Hanuman, how could you contrive to burn Ravana’s stronghold of Lanka, a most impregnable fortress?’ when Hanuman found the Lord so gracious, he replied in words of singular modesty:

A monkey’s greatest valour lies in his skipping about from one branch to another. That I should have been able to leap across the ocean, burn the golden city, slay the demon host and lay waste the ashoka grove,

- was all due to your might, Raghunatha; in no sense was the strength my own, my Lord.

Nothing, Lord, is unattainable to him who enjoys your favour; through your might a mere shred of cotton can surely burn up the fire beneath the sea.

Be pleased, O Lord, to grant me unceasing devotion, which is a source of the highest bliss.’ When the Lord, O Parvati, heard the most artless speech of Hanuman, he replied, ‘So be it!’

He, Uma, who understands the true, nature of Rama has no relish for anything other than his worship, and he who takes this conversation to heart is blessed with devotion to Raghunatha’s feet.

Upon hearing the words of the Lord, the whole host of monkeys cried, ‘Glory, glory, all glory to the gracious Lord, the fountain of bliss!’ Raghunatha then summoned Sugriva the Monkey King and said, ‘Prepare now for the march.