In fear the Ocean clasps the Lord's feet: forgive my faults. Sky, wind, fire, water and earth are dull by nature; your maya brought them forth for creation, and each is happy within the limits you set. You did well to teach me, yet my bounds too are yours. Then the Ocean says: the drum, the rustic, the shudra, the beast and the woman are all fit for tadana, a word meaning beating or chastisement. By your glory I would dry up and the army cross, but that would not be to my credit. The Lord's command cannot be set aside; do what pleases you. Rama smiles: then tell me how the army may cross.