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## The Forty-Sixth Chapter
There, seated on the lofty peak of his aerial chariot, Ravana, moving freely, shone like the sun in the sky. ||1||
Seeing Sita's face, wilted with sorrow, Ravana, whose mind was intoxicated with lust and desire, pondered. ||2||
Standing before Sita, whose face was constantly bathed in tears, Ravana, with great humility, spoke hundreds of sweet words. ||3||
He said, "If I die, struck by the extremely soft, flower-tipped arrows of Kamadeva, then, O virtuous one, you will be guilty of manslaughter." ||4||
"O beautiful one, even when your lotus-like face is filled with anger, it still shines. For beauty is inherent in all that is beautiful." ||5||
"O Goddess, be pleased and cast your eyes upon this servant. My fatigue will be washed away by the water of your radiant eyes." ||6||
"O fair-faced one, if you do not grant me the favor of your gaze, then strike my head with this lotus-like foot of yours." ||7||
"Why have I not become an Ashoka tree in your beautiful garden? For there, the praiseworthy touch of your lotus-like feet would be readily available." ||8||
"O slender-waisted one, look out from the window of the chariot's peak and see the directions. I am flying in the sky, even higher than the sun." ||9||
"O Goddess, look at this earth, adorned with mountain ranges, Mount Meru, and the ocean. It seems as if it were created by a skilled craftsman." ||10||
Thus spoken to, Sita, sitting with her back turned, placed a blade of grass between them and spoke these harsh words. ||11||
She said, "O low-born man, get away! Do not touch my body. How dare you speak such vile words?" ||12||