Canto 10 Women in Want Hanuman on the sly entered Chambers private of Ravan. Such a cot he found lay there Made to rival Ravan’s throne. Meant to impart moon’s aura Had it canopy made of wreaths. Cot his huge was made of gold Seemed on it sun came to rest. Fanned by lovely handmaidens Rent air perfumes rare fragrance. Bed it had of soft sheepskin Stuffed to brim with silk cotton. With red eyes for want of sleep He-man Ravan lay there spread. Layers thick of sandal paste Applied on his manly frame Soothed those scores of love