Listen, beloved, gentle and true to your vow, says Rama: I am going to play a lovely human lila. Dwell in the fire until I have destroyed the rakshasas. As soon as he finishes, Sita holds the Lord's feet in her heart and enters the fire, leaving in her place her own reflection. Even Lakshmana does not know this secret of the Lord's lila. Meanwhile ten-headed Ravana, base and bent on his own ends, reaches Maricha and bows his head. Tulsidas comments that the bowing of the wicked brings great pain, like the bending of a goad, a bow or a snake. Maricha worships him and asks: why have you come alone, son, and why is your mind so troubled?