With calm composure and steady grace, Hanuman, the mighty son of Vayu, narrated the events of his extraordinary journey—from Mahendragiri to Lanka and back—step by step. The warriors around him, including the wise Jambavan and the valiant prince Angada, listened intently, observing Hanuman with admiration. To their surprise, not even a hint of pride could be seen in him. Though he had accomplished a task of immense importance, he showed no sense of superiority.
His heart carried no trace of pride, power, ambition, or rivalry. Instead, it overflowed with unwavering devotion to Rama’s cause, which was still unfinished. Hanuman’s sense of duty stood as a timeless example. He had completed his mission with great care, caution, and precision. Now, without anxiety or impatience, he waited peacefully for the next task, placing full trust in King Sugreeva and Rama.
Such noble qualities do not arise from training alone—they are born from deep spiritual connection to the cause and its greater purpose. Every warrior present could sense this rare, divine spirit within Hanuman and felt deep reverence for him.
With humility, Hanuman spoke:
“The power of Sita’s purity and unwavering consciousness, the grace of Rama, and the resolve of Sugreeva—together, these forces are now ready to bear fruit. My heart is wholly devoted to Sita. Ravana, the demon king, is powerful. His penance and ascetic strength grant him immense power, enough to influence the universe. That he still lives after insulting Janaka’s daughter is only because of his stored virtues and the blessings of sages like Visravasu and Pulastya. But Sita, in her righteous anger, could reduce anything to ashes.”
After hearing this, Jambavan thoughtfully asked:
“If we invade Lanka, what role do you see for yourself? Speak truthfully.”
Hanuman bowed his head and replied:
“My first wish is to bring Sita safely to Rama and Lakshmana, with dignity. Though Lanka is protected by fierce demons, I can enter and destroy it alone. By Rama’s grace and Sita’s blessings, I could defeat Ravana and his forces single-handedly.
However, with the support of our powerful army, victory is certain. If Ravana marches with his demonic legions, we will crush them. I am prepared to face every divine weapon—Brahmastra, Indrastra, Roudrastra, Vayavyastra, and Varunastra—and the arsenal of Indrajit. Their forces will not stand against me. If you permit, I could even capture Ravana and present him before Sugreeva.
Our simian warriors are mighty—they can hurl mountains and shake the heavens. Ravana’s Lanka will tremble before our united strength. Oceans can be crossed, and Mount Mandara may quake—but in battle, even the wind cannot move Jambavan. Angada, son of the great Vali, can crush demon armies with his mace alone.
The valiant Neela and Panasa have the speed and strength to reduce Mandara to dust—what demon could stand before them? If any being from the gods, demons, gandharvas, serpents, or birds dares face Mainda and Dvivida, they will fall. These divine twins, born of the Ashwin gods, have drunk Amrita. They are immortal and invincible. Empowered by divine blessings, they have even defeated celestial beings and earned countless powers.
If these two are provoked, they can erase Lanka—its army, its wealth, and its king—from existence. I myself have already burned part of Lanka, and the terror of our power has spread among their ranks.
Rama and Lakshmana are supreme. King Sugreeva, strengthened by Rama’s favor, stands tall. And I, Hanuman, son of Vayu, have carried the glory of our race into Lanka.”
Hanuman paused briefly, then continued:
“In the Ashoka Garden, beneath the Simsapa tree, Sita sits in sorrow. Surrounded by cruel demonesses, she is like the moon covered by storm clouds. Yet her mind has not even glanced toward Ravana—she longs only for his end by Rama’s arrows.
Her divine beauty is hidden beneath Ravana’s cruelty. Though imprisoned, her heart beats in constant prayer to Rama. Her devotion is as steadfast as Sachi Devi’s love for Indra. She has abandoned comfort and rituals, consumed by the pain of separation.
Often threatened by the demonesses, she lies upon the bare earth—a tender lotus vine caught in the grip of winter. After great effort, she placed her trust in me. I told her of the sacred bond between Rama and Sugreeva, which filled her with joy and renewed hope.
Sita holds the power to destroy Ravana, but she restrains herself. She waits for Rama’s command. In an instant, she could reduce him to ash, yet she honours her lord’s will.
Gentle by nature, weakened by fasting, and absorbed in thoughts of Rama, she endures her captivity with grace. Her rescue must be done with dignity and in harmony with her wishes.”
As Hanuman finished his account, Angada stood and declared:
“We must now go and bring Sita back to Rama. That is the right course. It is not enough to say we saw her—we must act.”
He turned to the simian warriors.
“Our strength rivals that of the gods. Many demons have fallen to Hanuman’s might. Let us finish what remains and restore Sita to Rama.”
Then Jambavan, calm and wise, responded
“Prince Angada, your courage and resolve are admirable. But let us remember Rama’s command. Our task was to find Sita and report back. Let us remain faithful in both word and deed.”
All the warriors agreed, and together they prepared to return to Kishkindha.
In that moment, their unity revealed something greater: intelligence, devotion, discipline, strategy, and loyalty. These noble qualities were now aligned, preparing the way for the restoration of cosmic balance.
