Maruthi of matchless intellect, climbed upon a lofty simsupa tree that was nearby and hid behind its leaves. Expecting the appearance of Sita from any quarter he gazed intently all round.
And sure enough he saw her on a terrace beneath a tall simsupa tree. All around her, rakshasis were on guard with great watchfulness. Sita was lean and emaciated through long fast. A single garment worked in gold, but dirty and ragged was all that, she wore on her body which was covered with dust.
Hanuman felt proud of Sita’s virtuous determination and unbounded patience. Her divine form inspired him.
From his lofty perch Hanuman watched Ravana approaching Sita, making unsuccessful advances to her and retreating in anger and disgrace.
Hanuman found Sita inconsolable with grief. Sita came to the tree on which Hanuman was hiding. He thought that this was the opportune moment to disclose his identity. He did so discreetly and tactfully and finally gave her the signet ring from Rama. This convinced Sita about the truth of Hanuman’s mission.