Broke she down then in despair.
Having at length set her tone
Chanted thy name like mantra.
That thou bestow trust in me
Praised my fortune then Seetha.
As a seat for her fly back
Offered then I her my back.
Told I she would be with thee
Before she could spell thy name.
Said she it’s not in her vein
Touch to alien male on own.
Felt I it’s my misfortune
Laid as Ravan hand on me
Kidnapped as he me then thus.
So can’t I make on thy back
Though thou are a friendly soul.
Once thou go back to thy folk
Pay my respects to them all.
Implore upon my Lord Ram
Help me come out clean early.
Mind thee tell all to my Lord
How guards all these distress me.
Men of men O Lord Rama
That’s how Seetha pines for thee.