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Is this her garment, or a cluster of fluttering leaves? ||12|| Are these her eyes, or flowers with bees? And is this her moving hand, or a new shoot? ||13|| I see her beautiful hair-knot in the peacocks, her forehead's beauty in the half-moon, her eyes' beauty in the three-colored lotuses, her gentle smile's beauty in the flower amidst the red leaves, her breasts' beauty in the well-formed, lustrous clusters, her middle's beauty in the middle of the Jina-abhisheka platforms, her hips' full form in the upper part of those platforms, her thighs' incomparable beauty in the beautiful pillars of the banana tree, and her feet's beauty in the lotus of the earth, that is, the rose flower. But I do not see Sita's beauty in the totality of all these. ||14-18||
Why is that Sugriva delaying without reason? Has he, the seer of auspicious things, inquired about Sita from anyone? ||19|| Or does he know that she, the virtuous one, has perished, consumed by grief at my separation, and yet, unable to speak, does he not come into my sight? ||20|| Or has he, the celestial being, attained his goal, having obtained his kingdom again, and, having become happy, forgotten my sorrow and immersed himself in his own joy? ||21|| Thinking thus, Lakshmana, whose eyes were filled with tears and whose body was slack and languid, understood Rama's intention. ||22||
Then, with his mind agitated, his eyes red with anger, and his hand adorned with a naked sword, Lakshmana went towards Sugriva. ||23|| As he went, the wind generated by the pillars of his legs caused the entire city to tremble, as if it were trembling from a great calamity. ||24|| Throwing down all the king's officials with his speed, he entered Sugriva's house and said to him: ||25|| Oh, sinner! While the Lord Rama is immersed in the sorrow of his wife, how, O foolish one, do you enjoy happiness with a woman? ||26||