Sita laments in the Ashoka grove: the wicked stole me away by trickery and brought me to this perilous Lanka. Why, O Rama, have you gone so far from me? Tell me, dear Trijata, my friend, will Raghunath grant me his sight or not? My heart is desperate, the distance is vast, and my life can scarcely remain in this body. What evil did I commit? Whose pilgrimage or vow did I obsture? Did I separate a cow from its calf or a wife from her husband? I cannot fathom what past deed has caused these feet to be taken from me. I was deceived by the illusion of a golden deer; Raghunath was sent chasing after it. I violated his command, but what could I know of such sorcery? Seeing the place deserted, a demon carried me away. There is no path, no trail, no other recourse except the name of Raghunath alone. A bird gave his life fighting with his wings; and I am trapped here, surrounded by water, unable to move. Janaka's daughter is overwhelmed with grief, like a doe separated from the herd. Trijata consoles her: be steady, be steady; Says Tuka, my Lord Rama will come and reclaim Lanka.