Thereupon coming down from the tree, Hanumān, the highly effulgent son of Wind, having a coral-red countenance and attired in a humble guise, approached Sītā and joining reverentially his palms, addressed her with the following sweet words.
सोऽवतीर्य दुमात् तस्माद् विद्रुमप्रतिमाननः। विनीतवेषः कृपणः प्रणिपत्योपसृत्य च॥ तामब्रवीन्महातेजा हनूमान् मारुतात्मजः। शिरस्यञ्जलिमाधाय सीतां मधुरया गिरा॥