CANTO XXI.: SITAS SCORN. She thought upon her lord and sighed, And thus in gentle tones replied: Beseems thee not, O King, to woo A matron, to her husband true. Thus vainly one might hope by sin And evil deeds success to win. Shall I, so highly born, disgrace My husbands house, my royal race? Shall I, a true and loyal dame, Defile my soul with deed of shame? Then on the king her back she turned, And answered thus the prayer she spurned: Turn, Rávan, turn thee from thy sin; Seek virtues paths and walk therein. To others dames be honour shown; Protect them as thou wouldst thine own. Taught by thyself, from wrong abstain Which, wrought on thee, thy heart would pain. 1b Beware: this lawless love of thine Will ruin thee and all thy line; And for thy sin, thy sin alone, Will Lanká perish overthrown. Dream not that wealth and power can sway My heart from dutys path to stray Linked like the Day-God and his shine, I am my lords and he is mine. Repent thee of thine impious deed; To Rámas side his consort lead. Be wise; the heros friendship gain, Nor perish in his fury slain. Go, ask the God of Death to spare, Or red bolt flashing through the air. But look in vain for spell or charm To stay my Rámas vengeful arm. Thou, when the hero bends his bow, Shalt hear the clang that heralds woe, Loud as the clash when clouds are rent And Indras bolt to earth is sent. Then shall his furious shafts be sped, Each like a snake with fiery head. And in their flight shall hiss and flame Marked with the mighty archers name. 2b Then in the fiery deluge all Thy giants round their king shall fall. ninapaley/Sitayana/SitaJpegs/miniature%20jpegs/RavanaSita.jpg
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