Saying pleasant words to her women friends, the queen became pensive and began to ponder, ‘Why, there is this (hard and stern) bow of Lord Shiva on the one hand, and this tender, soft and delicate form (of Lord Ram) on the other hand. There is no match between the two. (There is no comparison between the delicate and tender body of Lord Ram with the rusty, creaky, old and stubborn gross form of a lifeless bow on which hinges the future of my daughter Sita. How ridiculous and incongrues it is. Say, why can’t something be done which would prevent hinging Sita’s future with this rusty and ugly bow, and instead link it to Lord Ram’s lively and charming form?)