But there are few, my lord, who care to speak and listen to words that sound unpleasant to the ear but are most salutary. Now listen to this wise counsel: first send an envoy to Rama; and afterwards, when you have restored Sita, make friends with him.

If, having recovered his bride, he withdraws, you should have no more quarrel with him. If not, then, father, meet him face to face on the battlefield and give him a tough fight.

In either case, my lord, if you accept my advice, you will be covered with glory in the world.’ The Ten-headed asked his son (Prahasta) in a fury, ‘You fool, who has taught you such wisdom?

With your mind already seized with fear, you’ve proved yourself to be a prickly plant, my son, sprung at a bamboo root!’ On hearing his father’s brutal and malignant words, Prahasta went off home, uttering these bitter words:

‘Words of good counsel are as much thrown away upon you as medicine on a sick man doomed to death!’ seeing that it was evening now, the Ten-headed turned towards his palace, fondly gazing on his twenty arms.

On the topmost point of Lanka there stood a most wonderful hall, where music and dancing contests were held. Ravana went and took his seat in that hall and Kinnaras began to sing his praises,

- to the accompaniment of cymbals, tabors and lutes, while skilful nymphs danced.