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Maricha changed himself into a most captivating deer. Its face was like a glowing, golden, topaz from which gleamed its amethyst eyes. Its hair was golden in colour with spots which looked like silver and glistened in the sun. Its dainty, branching, antlers were dazzling and seemed to be set with gems. Its hooves looked like black, polished onyx. Its neck was long and curved and it had a tantalising way of tilting its head at an angle and gazing sideways through its beautiful eyes. It suddenly appeared on the lawn in front of the ashrama and frisked and danced around, giving long looks in Sita's direction.
At times it would stop and pretend to be nibbling at the grass and at times it would step softly, as if afraid of being caught. The other deer which were grazing nearby, sensed that this was no ordinary deer and ran away in panic. In his old days Maricha would have loved to eat one of them. He kept looking at the ashrama, for Sita was not outside. Just then, she came out to gather flowers for their morning worship. The deer came close to her and stood still with bent head as if grazing. The morning sun fell in golden shafts on its skin and brought it into flaming life. Sita stood absolutely still when she saw it. She could not believe her eyes. She had never seen such a fascinating creature in all her days in the forest. Though her hand went automatically to pluck the flowers, she could not take her eyes off the little deer, which took care to see that it was always within her gaze.
It did the most absurd things to beguile her. It pranced and frolicked and turned its long neck to look sideways at her. It appeared almost human in its enchanting ways. She ran forward to try and catch it but it avoided her grasp adroitly and skipped off and stood just a few feet in front of her. Again and again she tried to grasp it, but it skillfully avoided her. She tried to tempt it with bits of grass and leaves. Sometimes it would pretend to nibble at it but the moment her other hand came up to catch it, it would prance off like a filly, with a tantalising backward glance. She chased it round and round the lawn, forgetting the flowers she had come to pluck. Her flower basket had fallen to the ground and the flowers were lying forlornly on the grass. At last she was quite dejected and called out to Rama and Lakshmana. Hearing her voice raised in appeal, both of them came running out of the house.
Raising her charming face to him she said, "Rama, please capture this deer for me. Look how beautiful he is. Such an enchanting figure! I've never seen anything like it. I must have him for myself. Please catch him for me. He is so clever that he has dodged every effort of mine to catch him, but I am sure you can do it".
MantraOnNet.com - Ramayan: Book 3: Aranya Kanda - Book Of Forest Canto V - The Golden Deer
Dear Shri Prasad,
The Valmeeki Ramayana says also that Lakshmana, in the very first available chance, told Rama that he suspected the golden deer to be the rakshasa maarica. Sita says "if you cannot ensnare the deer, at least kill it, and we can take its golden skin back to our palace and keep it as a rare show piece". Rama finally kills maarica who shouts "Ha seetaa, Ha Lakshmana" imitating Rama's voice and Rama smells some great trouble for Seeta. Even then he kills another deer for food and taking its meat, walks back to the hut. Such seems to have been Rama's insistence on timely meat food!