Ravana, the supreme lord of this and other worlds, sat in his durbar hall, surrounded by a vast throng of courtiers and attendants. The kings of this earth whom he had reduced to vassaldom stood about with their hands upraised in an attitude of perpetual salutation, lest at any moment Ravana should turn in their direction and think that they were not sufficiently servile. Beauties gathered from all the worlds surrounded him, singing, dancing, ministering to his wants,ever ready to give him pleasure and service, with all their eyes fixed on him watching for the slightest sign of command. Every minute vast quantities of flowers were rained on him by his admirers. He had also enslaved the reigning gods and put them to perform menial tasks in his court. Among them Vayu, the god of wind, was there to blow away faded flowers and garlands, and generally sweep the hall clean. Yama, the god of death, was employed to sound the gong each hour to tell the time of day. The god of fire was in charge of all illumination and kept lamps, incense,and camphor flames alit. The Kalpataru, the magic tree that yielded any wish, taken away from Indra, was also there to serve Ravana. Sage Narada sat there gently playing his veena. The gurus—Brihaspathi, who guided the gods, and Sukracharya, who guided the asuras—men possessing the finest intellects, were also there ready to advise Ravana when asked and to act generally as soothsayers.Into this setting crashed Soorpanaka, screaming so loudly that all the men, women, and children of the city came rushing out of their homes and crowded the northern portal of the palace, where Soorpanaka had made her entry. She dashed up and fell before Ravana's throne, crying, "See what has happened to me!"
When Ravana observed her state, he thundered, "What is the meaning of this? Who has done it?"—in such a tone that all nature shrank and slunk away from the scene. Gods held their breath unable to gauge the upheaval that would follow when Ravana struck in revenge. While everyone in the assembly held his breath and waited, Ravana inquired with deliberate calmness, "Who has done this to you?"
Soorpanaka explained in detail and concluded, referring to Rama, "Even if I had a thousand tongues, I could never fully explain his beauty and the grandeur of his personality. Even if one had a thousand eyes one could not take in the splendor of this being. His strength is unmatched. Single-handed he wiped out all our army." She realized that she had made a blunder revealing too much of her inner feelings for Rama and corrected herself by adding, "For all his looks,what a cruel heart he has! His mission in life is to wipe out our whole family, clan, class from the face of this earth.""Ah," cried Ravana, challenged. "We will see about that.
But tell me why he did this to you. How did you provoke him?"
"He has a woman who should be yours. If you win her I fear all your present favorites will be thrown out. I also fear that you will surrender to her all your powers, valor,possessions, and conquests and make yourself her abject devotee. Her name is Sita. I was so overcome by her beauty that I waited and watched for a chance and attempted to snatch her and bring her to you as a present."
Ravana's interest shifted from revenge to love and he said, "Why didn't you?"
"When I seized her, this man's brother—Ah! how strong he was!—fell on me and slashed my face."
"Tell me all about her… ." Ravana commanded, ignoring all other issues.Soorpanaka described Sita from head to toe in minute detail. The picture she conjured up was convincing and Ravana fell madly in love with her image. He became restless and unhappy. Every syllable that Soorpanaka uttered gave him both pleasure and pain. Soorpanaka urged im to set forth and capture Sita. Finally she said, "When you have succeeded in getting that woman, keep her for yourself; but be sure to surrender the man Rama to my hands. I'll deal with him." She had no doubt that her strategy to separate Sita from Rama was going to succeed and then Rama Sita from Rama was going to succeed and then Rama would naturally turn to her for love. Ravana felt uneasy. He rose abruptly and left the hall,unwilling to let the assembly notice his state of mind. They rained flowers on him and uttered blessings and recited his glory as usual when he strode down the passage. His ten heads were held erect and his eyes looked straight ahead,not noticing the people standing about in respectful array; his mind was seething with ideas for the conquest of Sita.
Soorpanaka's words had lit an all-consuming flame within him. He ignored his wives, who were awaiting his favors,and passed on to his own private chamber, where he shut the door and flung himself on his luxurious bed. He lay there tossing, unable to rid his mind of the figure conjured up by Soorpanaka's words. It was a total obsession; he felt tormented and raged against his surroundings, which appeared to aggravate his suffering. Presently he realized that his bed and the chamber were uninhabitable. The place seemed to be scorching hot. He got up and moved out unceremoniously to the woods, leaving his attendants and aides wondering what kind of seizure was driving him hither and thither. He moved to his garden house of pure marble and gold set amidst towering Palmyra and flowering trees,and lay down on a pure white satin bed. When they saw him arrive, cuckoos and parrots in the trees silenced themselves.
The late winter with its light mist and cool wind proved uncomfortable to Ravana, who shouted at it the question,"What wretched season are you?"—whereupon the weather changed to early summer, a rather unwilling summer ushered in prematurely. One who found the wintry day too warm naturally found even the spring unbearable. Ravana cried out, "I do not want this weather. Let the monsoons come immediately."