क्रोशन्ती राम रामेति लक्ष्मणेति च भामिनी | भूषणान्यपविध्यन्ती गात्राणि च विधुन्वती || ४-५८-१६
'That dainty lady was calling out, 'O Rama, O Lakshmana' and was crying aloud. She was throwing away her ornaments and was wriggling to get out of Ravana's grip. [4-58-16]
'Her fine silk garment was shining like the radiance of the Sun on the mountain peak, like lightning against the dark cloud. (That was Ravana). [4-58-17]