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## Chapter Two Hundred and Two
Thus spoken, the goddess Sita, with tearful eyes, said, "I am not angry with anyone, O lotus-eyed sons." ||2|| "I am grieving because I remember your father today. I am weeping uncontrollably, my tears flowing like a river." ||63||
When she said this, the two valiant sons of the Shreniks thought, "Siddhartha is not our father." ||64|| Then they asked, "Mother, who is our father? Where is he?" Asked thus, Sita, with a heavy heart, narrated her entire story. ||65|| She described her own birth, the birth of Rama, her journey to the forest, her abduction, and her return. ||66|| She recounted everything in detail, just as the divine sage Narada had narrated it. For what is the point of concealing the story now? ||67||
Having said this, Sita said, "When you two were in my womb, your father abandoned me in the forest out of fear of public opinion." ||68|| "I was weeping in the forest called Sinharava when Vajrajangha, who had gone to capture elephants, saw me." ||69|| "This Vajrajangha, who had returned after capturing the elephant, was a great soul, a Shravaka, a pure gem of virtue, and compassionate. ||70|| He addressed me as his sister, brought me to his own place, and cared for me with great respect." ||71|| "It is in the magnificent house of this Vajrajangha, who is like your father, that I gave birth to you two, born from the body of Padmanabha." ||72|| "This entire earth, from the Himalayas to the ocean, is ruled by Rama, your elder brother, and he has made this earth his servant." ||73|| "Now, a great battle is about to take place between you and him. What ill-omened news should I hear? Should I hear about the misfortune of your father, or yours, or your brother-in-law?" ||74|| "It is this worry that has filled my heart with sorrow, and I am weeping. What other reason could there be, my dear sons?" ||75||
Hearing this, Lavana and Angusha were overjoyed and surprised. Their faces blossomed like lotuses. They said, "Oh! That Sudhanva, the best of men, the glorious one, the one with vast and brilliant fame...