Pleased with the grateful honours paid, The godlike dame their words obeyed, Clad in a shape of terror she Sprang from the middle of the sea, And, with fierce accents that appalled All creatures, to the Vánar called: “Come, prince of Vánars, doomed to be My food this day by heaven’s decree. Such boon from ages long ago To Brahmá’s favouring will I owe.”

In plain words: Surasa agrees and rises from the sea in a terrifying shape. She roars at Hanuman that he is meant to be her food today, by a gift granted to her long ago by Brahma, the creator god.