Hanuman

O noble lady, in this way an alliance was formed between Rāma and Sugrīva. Know me as Hanumān, who has come here as the messenger of them both.

“Hanumān, how do you intend to carry me over so long a journey? I suppose this is indeed your impulsive monkey-nature, O leader of the vanara-host.”

Thus addressed by Hanumān, Sītā—like a daughter of the gods—spoke softly, her words broken by tears: “Tell my beloved: this is the best token of recognition.”

Śrī Sūta said: When the Liṅga had thus been duly installed by Rāma, the unfailing accomplisher of deeds, Māruti at once departed in haste, taking up the excellent Liṅga.

Rise, dear Hanūmān—why do you lie upon the ground today? Make a bed for me, O mighty-armed Vānara, so that I may rest.

Śrī Mārkaṇḍeya said: “By Rāmacandra indeed you were defeated—together with Sugrīva and Hanumān, with Kumuda and Aṅgada, and with these and other allies.”

Tānakā and Gautama and the others fell silent; and Vāyu too ceased speaking. Then the singer sang a sweet song in the presence of Hanumān, the lord of monkeys.

Seeing Hanūmān arrive—treating those fierce warriors as mere blades of grass—King Suratha spoke in a voice deep as thunderclouds and clear in tone.

Śeṣa said: Having come near Rudra on the very field of battle, the heroic Hanumān spoke—intent on seizing the lord of the gods.

Receiving Bhīmasena’s statement with a smile, Hanūmān—son of the Wind—addressed the Wind’s son.

Hanūmān spoke to Bhīmasena, as if smiling: “Here, you are capable of seeing only this much of my form, O blameless one.”

At that sound made by Bhīma, the beasts and birds were startled. Hanūmān, a being of great vitality, slightly opened his eyes and then looked on with a measure of disdain, with honey-tawny eyes.