Canto 18 Ravan on Heat In time it was time to dawn Sprang up Lanka to last man. Vedic chants that rent the air Sounded music to Hanuman. Surely Ravan would wake up Then to sound of that music. Thought as Hanuman so Ravan Stirred in bed in Seetha’s thought. Lust of his for Rama’s wife Made him lose his peace of mind. Got as he down from his bed Lost he no time to reach her. Entered Ravan that garden Failed it charm his enamored heart. Stride in his to reach Seetha Left