Canto 67 Hanuman’s Replay Moved no end by Rama’s plight Spoke with ardour then Hanuman. Narrate I would verbatim Tale she told me to tell thee. Woke up as I ahead of Ram Slept when we both in open Pecked my bosom Kakasur. Bore I pain all in silence Not to disturb his sleep then. Taking advantage of that Went on hurting me that crow Making fountains of my breasts. Fell as my blood on his chest Woke up Ram to find me bleed. Saw he as me in distress Hissed my man like