Bewailing thus in various accents, and remembering Rāma with all her heart, Sītā, having her countenance dried up, and trembling, got at the biggest tree enveloped with flowers. And thinking thus, Sītā, stricken with grief, took up in her hand, her braid of hair and thought—"I shall soon hang myself with this braid and reach the abode of Death."
[इतीव देवी बहुधा विलप्य सर्वात्मना राममनुस्मरन्ती। प्रवेपमाना परिशुष्कवक्त्रा नगोत्तमं पुष्पितमाससाद ।। शोकाभितप्ता बहुधा विचिन्त्य सीताऽथ वेणीग्रथनं गृहीत्वा। महं गमिष्यामि यमस्य मूलम्॥