Though making offer with utmost care,

Still insults Hanuman had to bear.

Since proposed to take her on his back,

Sita said that intelligence he lacked.

Time for ego guarding not now,

Sita looking only to protect her vow.

Real love means you don’t mind what they say,

So Hanuman dear to Sita still to this day.

How Janaka’s daughter’s hopes to save,

No one advice to Hanuman gave.

Since in journey to Lanka alone,

For decisions to use instincts his own.

Devotee of Rama never intelligence without,

Thus for Hanuman’s success never a doubt.

Same intelligence not in me to use,

But in glorifying him still I choose.

For his presence to announce,

Sanskrit verses to pronounce.

Taking her husband’s name,

Shri Rama of Raghu’s fame.

His intentions thus easily to gauge,

As a friend her worries to assuage.

Rama’s messenger finally had come,

A force to stop him there was none.

As full knowledge in him resided,

To speak in Sanskrit he decided.

That he was educated would be known,

Unique presence to Sita to be shown.

Of course for God the language is meant,

Thus words of praise for Rama he sent.

Through invoking her beloved’s name,

Sita to know from where Hanuman came.

With ability to alter his look,

Form according to time he took.

To meet approaching brothers given charge,

Deftly assumed the ascetic’s garb.

When across ocean to leap,

A giant-sized shape to keep.

Searching in Lanka like cat small,

But how to meet Sita, an order tall.

Harsha, in endless joy abound,

When Rama’s beloved finally found.

Searched through Lanka here and there,

Like fine-toothed comb with ultimate care.

Now finally at Sita to stare,

To approach her now to dare.

After long journey not to stop now,

To get her attention he thought how.

Finally hitting Lanka’s ground,

But sadly no friends around.

With desire for success to burn,

But for comfort and help no turn.

Condition to make any person sad,

But not Hanuman, firm resolve he had.

Though Sita not immediately in sight,

Hopes eventually to again look bright.

To Lanka with enthusiasm to go,

But how Rama’s wife was he to know.

No pictures there for him to align,

Could only use assumption and outward sign.

A distressed princess of body very lean,

In Ashoka grove by Hanuman was seen.

The pain from husband being apart,

That this was Sita idea to start.

Knowledge of creatures large and small,

Used in service when Rama did call.

In him full wisdom of Vedas three,

In movement with eyes of shastra to see.

Holder of every mystic perfection,

Called upon when in Lanka’s direction.

All such talents used when he searched,

Finally found Sita when on tree was perched.

Shri Hanuman today known for strength,

And crossing ocean of amazing length.

That his journey was easy don’t think,

Length alone to cause despair’s sink.

Without success for a long time go,

And doubt surely anyone to know.

His resolve the trait most remarkable,

Desire to please Rama forever indestructible.