Giving that crest-jewel
she said, "This piece of gem
carries many an epiphany, Ape,
and spins many a spool
of kernel dreams of rem.
My Ram will look at it with joy, agape;
recalls his father dear and mother earnest.
So, Hanuman, bestir your vim; inspire
your troops, your King Sugreev and my dear Ram.
Harness your skills and charms
to end the demons' rule and my distress
and bring all, happiness.
An ace achiever you're, I much admire;
a kind bestower you're, of boons on poorest."
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