Ramayana 3.212

She saw the ruthless monster there, Dread of the worlds, unused to spare. In robes of heavenly texture dressed, Celestial wreaths adorned his breast. He sat a shape of terror, like Destruction ere the worlds it strike. She saw him in his pride of place, The joy of old Pulastya's(487) race, Begirt by counsellor and peer, Ravan, the foeman's mortal fear, And terror in her features shown, The giantess approached the throne. Then Surpanakha bearing yet Each deeply printed trace Where the great-hearted chief had set A mark upon her face, Impelled by terror and desire, Still fierce, no longer bold, To Ravan of the eyes of fire Her tale, infuriate, told.