[joyful music playing]
'Shabari waits patiently for her Shri Rama.'
'She wakes up daily and begins the preparations to welcome Shri Rama.'
'She gathers flowers, fruits and other such things.'
'Shabari's life is the zenith of devotion.'
'It's a lesson in love, patience, and dedication.'
[devotional song playing]
[devotional music playing]
Rama,
it appears to be the Pampa lake.
It means
we have reached our destination at last.
Yes, Lakshmana.
We must find Mother Shabari.
She'll guide us further.
Let's go.
[joyful music playing]
[devotional music playing]
Rama.
[devotional music playing]
[wind whooshing]
Rama!
Rama.
[conch-shell playing]
- [conch-shell playing] - [bells clanging]
[song playing]
Rama.
[conch-shell playing]
[mellow music playing]
[theme song playing]
[theme song continues playing]
Rama!
Today Matanga Muni's words became true.
I knew you'd surely come
- to bless my life. - No, Mother!
[joyful music playing]
You are akin to a mother to me.
A mother doesn't touch the feet of her sons.
She blesses them.
"Mother!"
Did you...
Did you just call me Mother?
[exhilarating music playing]
Somebody who waited for her son for years
and is always ready
to welcome him
can't be addressed any differently, Mother.
[exhilarating music playing]
[theme song playing]
[theme music playing]
[theme song playing]
[birds chirping]
I want the best adornments
as soon as possible.
I'm eager to make Sita mine.
[adventurous music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
Lankesh, this is the best dress.
It's meant for the best moment of your life.
[intense music plays]
Lord of Lanka is ready
to avenge himself for his sister
and also to get the prize of my test.
[adventurous music playing]
[chilling music playing]
Hail rakshasas, Trijata.
[adventurous music playing]
Will you protect the rakshasa clan like this?
I don't want your greetings.
I want Sita's consent!
The wedding 'mandapa' is ready. Why isn't she ready yet?
I tried my best
but she has been stubborn.
She neither fears
nor answers my questions.
She is unmoved like a mountain.
You are beautiful.
Maybe that's the reason you're still alive.
Otherwise, those who make Lankesh wait, get a death sentence.
Now get ready!
A devout wife
wears new clothes only to appease her husband.
My adornment
and my jewellery
are my Rama's love.
Idiot, you have a golden chance to be the queen of the golden Lanka.
What you term a golden chance
is an invitation to misery for me.
Tell your Lankesh
that the Sita he desires
belongs only to Shri Rama!
Stupid woman, you won't give in until we use physical power.
[dramatic music playing]
[mantra chanting]
"Ravana! Ravana! Ravana!"
Where is my bride?
A chief minister's silence
could bring ruination to the king as well as the kingdom.
Prahasta,
answer me!
[dramatic music playing]
Prahasta!
The prize of my revenge,
Sita.
Where is she?
- Actually... - Ravana, she must be on the way.
I sent Trijata and Ekjata to bring her.
- Your Majesty! - Your Majesty!
- Your Majesty
- Your Majesty! - Your Majesty!
Look, Your Majesty!
Look, what happened!
[adventurous music playing]
How did it happen?
'I won't go.'
'I belong only to Shri Rama.'
'Please don't sin.'
'Lord of Lanka won't spare you if there is a delay.'
'Waiting for someone infuriates him.'
'Get ready quickly!'
'We need to take you to the 'mandapa'.'
'If you cooperate with us, you won't be hurt.'
'Otherwise, rakshasas are in the habit of dragging people away!'
'Shri Rama.'
'Trijata, help me shatter her pride.'
'Shri Rama. Shri Rama.'
'Shri Rama.'
[moaning]
[whimpering]
[theme song playing]
Your Majesty, we were trying to drag her here forcibly
- but when we touched her, our hands... - Wait a second.
Please repeat.
What did you do?
- We were trying to drag her forcibly... - Quiet!
You disrespected her!
You disrespected Lanka's future queen!
Please be mindful
that I'm getting married to her!
[dramatic music playing]
How dare you drag the soon-to-be Queen of Lanka
like an animal?
If you repeat this mistake,
I will burn you alive.
I will go myself and bring her here.
[dramatic music playing]
This is a groom's obligation
as well as his duty.
Beware, Lankesh!
A wise man makes decisions
based on the dangers that he identifies.
Do not test the chastity of a married woman.
Ekjata and Trijata's hands have burned for now.
You do not want
the fire of divinity coming out of a chaste Sita
to burn all of Lanka!
It is not too late.
Take Sita back to Rama.
Lankesh, Mandodari is right.
- We must return Sita to Rama... - Quiet!
I did not ask for your advice.
I have written my future with my own hands
through vanquish and effort.
Shani is my prisoner.
The destroyer of Lanka is locked up in a dark cell.
[ominous music playing]
I have written Sita
in my destiny already.
[Sanskrit chants playing]
Why are you still standing?
You must be exhausted.
Please come and rest in my hut for a while.
Your arrival has turned
the darkness into light.
- This way. - Certainly.
Let us go, Lakshmana.
This way.
I have never
seen such a beautiful 'rangoli'.
These colours symbolise my devotion for you, Rama.
Please take a seat.
[light-hearted music playing]
I have waited for you for years.
If my hospitality is lacking in any way,
please forgive me, Rama.
A mother's love will make up for everything.
You do not need to apologise.
You both must be exhausted.
You must be hungry.
Yes.
I am famished.
Please give me something to eat.
I will get it right away.
I will be back soon.
[light-hearted music playing]
Here...
Please eat this, Rama.
I have tasted every berry.
They are very sweet.
[tense music playing]
Will you feed a guest food that you have already tasted?
[intense music playing]
Not all the berries are sweet.
That is why I tasted each one of them.
I would offer only the sweet ones to Lord Rama.
I live in the forest.
I am not familiar with how one must host a king.
Have I erred?
Is that why you are not eating?
The reason behind not consuming them is something else.
A mother
first tastes the baby's medicine
to ensure it is not very bitter.
[sentimental music playing]
Then she adds honey to it
and feeds it to the baby.
A mother
first checks how hot the milk is
before feeding it to her baby.
A mother is one,
who for the happiness of her child,
would consume even poison.
The food a mother prepares
can be enjoyed by her child only if she were to feed him.
The berries will taste sweeter
if you feed me, Mother.
You want me to feed you, Rama!
With my hands!
Why not?
After so many years,
seeing you has made me feel
like I have met all three of my mothers.
Mother...
[joyous music playing]
What happened?
Why did you stop?
[dramatic music playing]
I am an ordinary woman who lives in the forest
and you are the Prince of Ayodhya.
How can I feed you these berries?
I did attain knowledge at Sage Matanga's ashram,
but was denied acceptance owing to the family I come from.
That is why
I had to leave Mount Rishyamukha and come here
and lead a life of solitude.
I might defile you
with my touch.
A mother applies a black dot to her child
to protect him from the evil gaze of people.
How would such a mother's touch
defile the child?
Love is so divine
that it can turn even the impure into pure.
It does not matter
what form
or what family
one is born into.
It is their deeds that matter.
Then why hesitate
in feeding your son with your hands, Mother?
Please feed me.
[sentimental music playing]
[sobs]
Please eat, Rama.
This is very sweet. Eat it.
Truly, Mother.
It is as sweet as nectar.
Here you go, Lakshmana.
This has a mother's love
and the taste of her food.
Have it.
[music playing]
[devotional song playing]
[song fades]