Ramayana on Leadership

He spoke. Sugriva thus replied: "See yonder Sal trees side by side. King Bali here would take his stand Grasping his bow with vigorous hand, And every arrow, keen and true, Would strike its tree and pierce it through. If Rama now his bow will bend, And through one trunk an arrow send; Or if his arm can raise and throw Two hundred measures of his bow, Grasped by a foot and hurled through air, The demon bull that moulders there, My heart will own his might and fain Believe my foe already slain."

He ceased: the feathered monarch heard, His heart with ruth and wonder stirred: "Whose is that voice," the vulture cried, "That tells me how Jatayus died, And shakes my inmost soul with woe For a loved brother's overthrow? After long days at length I hear The glorious name of one so dear. Once more, O Vanar chieftains, tell How King Jatayus fought and fell. But first your aid, I pray you, lend, And from this peak will I descend. The sun has burnt my wings, and I No longer have the power to fly."

"Gandharvas, Gods, the hosts who dwell In heaven, in air, in earth, in hell, Have yielded to thy might, and how Shall two weak men oppose thee now? Hanuman came, a foe disguised, And mocked us heedless and surprised, Or never had he lived to flee And boast that he has fought with me. Command, O King, and this right hand Shall sweep the Vanars from the land, And hill and dale, to Ocean's shore, Shall know the death-doomed race no more. But let my care the means devise To guard thy city from surprise."

The boy's address the monarch cheered, And soon the sacred ground he neared. The convocation's high decree Declared the youth from blemish free; Clothed in red raiment he was tied A victim at the pillar's side. There bound, the Fire-God's hymn he raised, And Indra and Upendra praised. Thousand-eyed Vishnu, pleased to hear The mystic laud, inclined his ear, And won by worship, swift to save, Long life to Sunahsepha gave. The king in bounteous measure gained The fruit of sacrifice ordained, By grace of Him who rules the skies, Lord Indra of the thousand eyes.

Against his words when I rebel, Or fail to please the monarch well, When deeds of mine his soul offend, That hour I pray my life may end. How should a man to him who gave His being and his life behave? The sire to whom he owes his birth Should be his deity on earth. Hast thou, by pride and folly moved, With bitter taunt the king reproved? Has scorn of thine or cruel jest To passion stirred his gentle breast? Speak truly, Queen, that I may know What cause has changed the monarch so."

"Stay, for the wondrous deer we see The fiend Maricha's self may be. Ere now have kings who sought this place To take their pastime in the chase, Met from his wicked art defeat, And fallen slain by like deceit. He wears, well trained in magic guile, The figure of a deer a while, Bright as the very sun, or place Where dwell the gay Gandharva race. No deer, O Rama, e'er was seen Thus decked with gold and jewels' sheen. 'Tis magic, for the world has ne'er, Lord of the world, shown aught so fair."

Then came the vultures' mighty king Where sat the Vanars sorrowing,-- Sampati,(761) best of birds that fly On sounding pinions through the sky, Jatayus' brother, famed of old, Most glorious and strong and bold. Upon the slope of Vindhya's hill He saw the Vanars calm and still. These words he uttered while the sight Filled his fierce spirit with delight: "Behold how Fate with changeless laws Within his toils the sinner draws, And brings me, after long delay, A rich and noble feast to-day, These Vanars who are doomed to die My hungry maw to satisfy."

Yupaksha answered: "Chieftain, hear; No God or fiend excites our fear. But men in arms our walls assail: We tremble lest their might prevail. For vengeful Rama vows to slay The foe who stole his queen away, And, matchless for his warlike deeds, A host of mighty Vanars leads. Ere now a monstrous Vanar came, Laid Lanka waste with ruthless flame, And Aksha, Ravan's offspring, slew With all his warrior retinue. Our king who never trembled yet For heavenly hosts in battle met, At length the general dread has shared, O'erthrown by Rama's arm and spared."

Then with the morn's returning sun. King Janak, when his rites were done, Skilled all the charms of speech to know, Spoke to wise Satananda so: "My brother, lord of glorious fame, My younger, Kusadhwaj by name, Whose virtuous life has won renown, Has settled in a lovely town, Sankasya, decked with grace divine, Whose glories bright as Pushpak's shine, While Ikshumati rolls her wave Her lofty rampart's foot to lave. Him, holy priest, I long to see: The guardian of my rite is he: That my dear brother may not miss A share of mine expected bliss."

With that reply and bold consent The giant king was well content. He strained Maricha to his breast And thus with joyful words addressed: "There spoke a hero dauntless still, Obedient to his master's will, Maricha's proper self once more: Some other took thy shape before. Come, mount my jewelled car that flies. Will-governed, through the yielding skies. These asses, goblin-faced, shall bear Us quickly through the fields of air. Attract the lady with thy shape, Then through the wood, at will, escape. And I, when she has no defence, Will seize the dame and bear her thence."

"Now let king-making drops be shed, Dear brother, on Vibhishan's head For truth and friendship nobly shown, And make him lord of Ravan's throne." This longing of his heart he told: And Lakshman took an urn of gold And bade the wind-fleet Vanars bring Sea water for the giants' king. The brimming urn was swiftly brought: Then on a throne superbly wrought Vibhishan sat, the giants' lord, And o'er his brows the drops were poured. As Raghu's son the rite beheld His loving heart with rapture swelled: But tenderer thoughts within him woke, And thus to Hanuman he spoke:

Thus having said, Vasishtha next Ordained the fast by rule and text, For Rama faithful to his vows And the Videhan dame his spouse. Then from the prince's house he hied With courteous honours gratified. Round Rama gathered every friend In pleasant talk a while to spend. He bade good night to all at last, And to his inner chamber passed. Then Rama's house shone bright and gay With men and maids in glad array, As in the morning some fair lake When all her lotuses awake, And every bird that loves the flood Flits joyous round each opening bud.

As one defiled with hideous sin, I never more can pass within Ayodhya, city of our king, Unless beside me thee I bring. One wish is mine, I ask no more, That, when thy banishment is o'er I in my car may bear my lord, Triumphant, to his home restored. The fourteen years, if spent with thee, Will swift as light-winged moments flee; But the same years, without thee told, Were magnified a hundred-fold. Do not, kind lord, thy servant leave, Who to his master's son would cleave, And the same path with him pursue, Devoted, tender, just and true."

When Dushan saw his giant band Slaughtered by Rama's conquering hand, He called five thousand fiends, and gave His orders. Bravest of the brave, Invincible, of furious might, Ne'er had they turned their backs in flight. They, as their leader bade them seize Spears, swords, and clubs, and rocks, and trees, Poured on the dauntless prince again A ceaseless shower of deadly rain. The virtuous Rama, undismayed, Their missiles with his arrows stayed, And weakened, ere it fell, the shock Of that dire hail of tree and rock, And like a bull with eyelids closed, The pelting of the storm opposed.

"Say to what quarter of the sky The cruel fiend was seen to fly, Bearing afar my captured wife, My darling dearer than my life. Speak, Vanar King, that I may know Where dwells the cause of all my woe; The fiend for whose transgression all The giants by this hand shall fall. He who the Maithil lady stole And kindled fury in my soul, Has sought his fate in senseless pride And opened Death's dark portal wide. Then tell me, Vanar lord, I pray, The dwelling of my foe, And he, beneath this hand, to-day To Yama's halls shall go."

Their prayer the son of Raghu heard, And spoke, his heart with rapture stirred: "Sugriva, O my faithful friend, Vibhishan and ye chiefs, ascend. A joy beyond all joys the best Will fill my overflowing breast, If girt by you, O noble band, I seek again my native land." With Vanar lords in danger tried Sugriva sprang to Rama's side, And girt by chiefs of giant kind Vibhishan's step was close behind. Swift through the air, as Rama chose, The wondrous car from earth arose. And decked with swans and silver wings Bore through the clouds its freight of kings.

The Gods replied: "We fear, O Lord, Fierce Ravan, ravener abhorred. Be thine the glorious task, we pray, In human form this fiend to slay. By thee of all the Blest alone This sinner may be overthrown. He gained by penance long and dire The favour of the mighty Sire. Then He who every gift bestows Guarded the fiend from heavenly foes, And gave a pledge his life that kept From all things living, man except. On him thus armed no other foe Than man may deal the deadly blow. Assume, O King, a mortal birth, And strike the demon to the earth."

Thy guilty hands this day have done A deed which all reprove and shun, Unworthly of a noble chief, The pillage loved by coward thief. Stay, if thy heart allow thee, stay And meet me in the deadly fray. Soon shall thou stain the earth with gore, And fall as Khara fell before. The fruits of former deeds o'erpower The sinner in his dying hour: And such a fate on thee, O King, Thy tyranny and madness bring. Not e'en the Self-existent Lord, Who reigns by all the worlds adored, Would dare attempt a guilty deed Which the dire fruits of crime succeed."

She heard: with faltering steps and slow, With eyes that shone with trembling glow, With gold-girt body gently bent To meet the stranger prince she went. When Lakshman saw the Vanar queen With tranquil eyes and modest mien, Before the dame he bent his head, And anger, at her presence, fled. Made bold by draughts of wine, and cheered By Lakshman's look no more she feared, And in the trust his favour lent She thus addressed him eloquent: "Whence springs thy burning fury? say: Who dares thy will to disobey? Who checks the maddened flames that seize On forests full of withered trees?"

Another, Vikata by name, In words like these addressed the dame: "The king whose blows, in fury dealt, The Nagas(840) and Gandharvas(841) felt, In battle's fiercest brunt subdued, Has stood by thee and humbly wooed. And wilt thou in thy folly miss The glory of a love like this? Scared by his eye the sun grows chill, The wanderer wind is hushed and still. The rains at his command descend, And trees with new-blown blossoms bend. His word the hosts of demons fear, And wilt thou, dame, refuse to hear? Be counselled; with his will comply, Or, lady, thou shalt surely die."

Thus spoke the king in stern reproof; Then mounted to his palace roof Aloft o'er many a story raised, And on the lands beneath him gazed. There by his faithful spies he stood And looked on sea and hill and wood. There stretched before him far away The Vanars' numberless array: Scarce could the meadows' tender green Beneath their trampling feet be seen. He looked a while with furious eye, Then questioned thus the nearer spy: "Bend, Saran, bend thy gaze, and show The leaders of the Vanar foe. Tell me their heroes' names, and teach The valour, power and might of each."

The Wind-God's son, in form a man, Raised reverent hands and thus began: "Fond greeting, Prince, I bring to thee, And Rama's self has sent it: he For whom thy spirit sorrows yet As for a hapless anchoret In Dandak wood, in dire distress, With matted hair and hermit dress. This sorrow from thy bosom fling, And hear the tale of joy I bring. This day thy brother shalt thou meet Exulting in his foe's defeat, Freed from his toil and lengthened vow, The light of victory on his brow, With Sita, Lakshman and his friends Homeward at last his steps he bends."

They heard his speech with ready ear And, every bosom filled with fear Of Visvamitra, wise and great, Spoke each to each in brief debate: "The breast of Kusik's son, we know, With furious wrath is quick to glow. Whate'er the words he wills to say, We must, be very sure, obey. Fierce is our lord as fire, and straight May curse us all infuriate. So let us in these rites engage, As ordered by the holy sage. And with our best endeavour strive That King Ikshvaku's son, alive, In body to the skies may go By his great might who wills it so."

King Dasaratha, thus addressed, With anger raging in his breast, Sank for a while beneath the pain, Then to Kaikeyi spoke again: "Childless so long, at length I won, With mighty toil, from Heaven a son, Rama, the mighty-armed; and how Shall I desert my darling now? A scholar wise, a hero bold, Of patient mood, with wrath controlled, How can I bid my Rama fly, My darling of the lotus eye? In heaven itself I scarce could bear, When asking of my Rama there, To hear the Gods his griefs declare, And O, that death would take me hence Before I wrong his innocence!"

To Rama, bravest of the brave, His answer thus Viradha gave: "Hear, Raghu's son, and mark me well, And I my name and race will tell. Of Satahrada born, I spring From Java as my sire, O King: Me, of this lofty lineage, all Giants on earth Viradha call. The rites austere I long maintained From Brahma's grace the boon have gained To bear a charmed frame which ne'er Weapon or shaft may pierce or tear. Go as ye came, untouched by fear, And leave with me this woman here: Go, swiftly from my presence fly, Or by this hand ye both shall die."

Thus spake the sage Sutikshna: both The chiefs assented, nothing loth, Round him with circling steps they paced, Then for the road prepared with haste. There Sita stood, the dame long-eyed, Fair quivers round their waists she tied, And gave each prince his trusty bow, And sword which ne'er a spot might know. Each took his quiver from her hand. And clanging bow and gleaming brand: Then from the hermits' home the two Went forth each woodland scene to view. Each beauteous in the bloom of age, Dismissed by that illustrious sage, With bow and sword accoutred, hied Away, and Sita by their side.

"Dismiss, dismiss thine idle fear, Nor dread the power of Bali here. For this is Malaya's glorious hill(539) Where Bali's might can work no ill. I look around but nowhere see The hated foe who made thee flee, Fell Bali, fierce in form and face: Then fear not, lord of Vanar race. Alas, in thee I clearly find The weakness of the Vanar kind, That loves from thought to thought to range, Fix no belief and welcome change. Mark well each hint and sign and scan, Discreet and wise, thine every plan. How may a king, with sense denied, The subjects of his sceptre guide?"

He deemed that fear checked ocean's king, And, like an arrow from the string, To the wild woods that clothe the side Of Lord Himalaya's hills he hied. Then Dundubhi, with hideous roar, Huge fragments from the summit tore Vast as Airavat,(569) white with snow, And hurled them to the plains below. Then like a white cloud soft, serene, The Lord of Mountains' form was seen. It sat upon a lofty crest, And thus the furious fiend addressed: "Beseems thee not, O virtue's friend, My mountain tops to rive and rend; For I, the hermit's calm retreat, For deeds of war am all unmeet."

With suppliant palm to palm applied King Janak to the strangers cried: "This gem of bows, O Brahman Sage, Our race has prized from age to age, Too strong for those who yet have reigned, Though great in might each nerve they strained. Titan and fiend its strength defies, God, spirit, minstrel of the skies. And bard above and snake below Are baffled by this glorious bow. Then how may human prowess hope With such a bow as this to cope? What man with valour's choicest gift This bow can draw, or string, or lift? Yet let the princes, holy Seer, Behold it: it is present here."

With choking sobs, with many a tear, Pierced to the heart with grief sincere, The best of conquerors poured his sighs, And with his robe veiled face and eyes. Kaikeyi saw him fallen there, Godlike, afflicted, in despair, Used every art to move him thence, And tried him thus with eloquence: "Arise, arise, my dearest; why Wilt thou, famed Prince, so lowly lie? Not by such grief as this are moved Good men like thee, by all approved. The earth thy father nobly swayed, And rites to Heaven he duly paid. At length his race of life was run: Thou shouldst not mourn for him, my son."

Thus Bharat reached that forest rill, Thus roamed on Chitrakuta's hill; Then pity in his breast awoke, And to his friends the hero spoke: "Woe, woe upon my life and birth! The prince of men, the lord of earth Has sought the lonely wood to dwell Sequestered in a hermit's cell. Through me, through me these sorrows fall On him the splendid lord of all: Through me resigning earthly bliss He hides him in a home like this. Now will I, by the world abhorred, Fall at the dear feet of my lord, And at fair Sita's too, to win His pardon for my heinous sin."

He spoke. Sugriva raised a cry That shook and rent the echoing sky, A shout so fierce and loud and dread That stately bulls in terror fled, Like dames who fly from threatened stain In some ignoble monarch's reign. The deer in wild confusion ran Like horses turned in battle's van. Down fell the birds, like Gods who fall When merits fail,(578) at that dread call. So fiercely, boldened for the fray, The offspring of the Lord of Day Sent forth his furious shout as loud As thunder from a labouring cloud, Or, where the gale blows fresh and free, The roaring of the troubled sea.

With awful thundering overhead Clouds black as night are densely spread, And oozing from the gloomy pall Great drops of blood on Lanka fall. Dogs roam through house and shrine to steal The sacred oil and curd and meal, Cats pair with tigers, hounds with swine, And asses' foals are born of kine. In these and countless signs I trace The ruin of the giant race. 'Tis Vishnu's self who comes to storm Thy city, clothed in Rama's form; For, well I ween, no mortal hand The ocean with a bridge has spanned. O giant King, the dame release, And sue to Raghu's son for peace"

The Three-and-thirty,(187) freed from fear, Sought their bright homes with hopeful cheer. Still rose the great tempestuous sound As Sagar's children pierced the ground. When thus the whole broad earth was cleft, And not a spot unsearched was left, Back to their home the princes sped, And thus unto their father said: "We searched the earth from side to side, While countless hosts of creatures died. Our conquering feet in triumph trod On snake and demon, fiend and God; But yet we failed, with all our toil, To find the robber and the spoil. What can we more? If more we can, Devise, O King, and tell thy plan."

Again Maricha made reply, Consent and will to signify. With rapid speed the giants two From the calm hermit dwelling flew, Borne in that wondrous chariot, meet For some great God's celestial seat. They from their airy path looked down On many a wood and many a town, On lake and river, brook and rill, City and realm and towering hill. Soon he whom giant hosts obeyed, Maricha by his side, surveyed The dark expanse of Dandak wood Where Rama's hermit cottage stood. They left the flying car, whereon The wealth of gold and jewels shone, And thus the giant king addressed Maricha as his hand he pressed:

Sugriva heard the timely rede That roused him in the day of need, And thus to Nila prompt and brave His hest the imperial Vanar gave: "Go, Nila, to the distant hosts That keep in arms their several posts, And all the armies that protect The quarters,(631) with their chiefs, collect. To all the luminaries placed In intermediate regions haste, And bid each captain rise and lead His squadrons to their king with speed. Do thou meanwhile with strictest care All that the time requires prepare. The loitering Vanar who delays To gather here ere thrice five days, Shall surely die for his offence, Condemned for sinful negligence."

Then round the helpless Sita drew With fiery eyes the hideous crew, And thus assailed her, all and each, With insult, taunt, and threatening speech: "What! can it be thou prizest not This happy chance, this glorious lot, To be the chosen wife of one So strong and great, Pulastya's son? Pulastya--thus have sages told-- Is mid the Lords of Life(838) enrolled. Lord Brahma's mind-born son was he, Fourth of that glorious company. Visravas from Pulastya sprang,-- Through all the worlds his glory rang. And of Visravas, large-eyed dame! Our king the mighty Ravan came. His happy consort thou mayst be: Scorn not the words we say to thee."

He heard the answer they returned, And mighty rage within him burned. On each fair maid a blast he sent: Each stately form he bowed and bent. Bent double by the Wind-God's ire They sought the palace of their sire, There fell upon the ground with sighs, While tears and shame were in their eyes. The king himself, with troubled brow, Saw his dear girls so fair but now, A mournful sight all bent and bowed, And grieving thus he cried aloud: "What fate is this, and what the cause? What wretch has scorned all heavenly laws? Who thus your forms could curve and break? You struggle, but no answer make."

The prince, of courteous rule aware, Received, as meet, the lady's care. Then flowers came down in copious rain, And moving to the heavenly strain Of music in the skies that rang, The nymphs and minstrels danced and sang: And all the Gods with one glad voice Praised the great dame, and cried, "Rejoice! Through fervid rites no more defiled, But with thy husband reconciled." Gautam, the holy hermit knew-- For naught escaped his godlike view-- That Rama lodged beneath that shade, And hasting there his homage paid. He took Ahalya to his side, From sin and folly purified, And let his new-found consort bear In his austerities a share.

"Just King, here stands my mother dear, Kausalya, one whom all revere. Submissive, gentle, old is she, And keeps her lips from blame of thee, For her, kind lord, of me bereft A sea of whelming woe is left. O, show her in her new distress Still fonder love and tenderness. Well honoured by thine honoured hand Her grief for me let her withstand, Who wrapt in constant thought of me In me would live a devotee. Peer of Mahendra, O, to her be kind, And treat I pray, my gentle mother so, That, when I dwell afar, her life resigned, She may not pass to Yama's realm for woe."

He spoke: the hermit rich in store Of fervid zeal and sacred lore, Sought the pure shrine which held the fire, To bear his message to the sire. Soon as he reached the saint most bright In sanctity's surpassing might, He cried, uplifting reverent hands: "Lord Rama near thy cottage stands." Then spoke Agastya's pupil dear The message for his lord to hear: "Rama and Lakshman, chiefs who spring From Dasaratha, glorious king, Thy hermitage e'en now have sought, And lady Sita with them brought. The tamers of the foe are here To see thee, Master, and revere. 'Tis thine thy further will to say: Deign to command, and we obey."

He ceased: the Wind-God's son obeyed Swift through the clouds his way he made. He reached the hill, nor stayed to find The wondrous herbs of healing kind, From its broad base the mount he tore With all the shrubs and trees it bore, Sped through the clouds again and showed To wise Sushen his woody load.(997) Sushen in wonder viewed the hill, And culled the sovereign salve of ill. Soon as the healing herb he found, The fragrant leaves he crushed and ground. Then over Lakshman's face he bent, Who, healed and strengthened by the scent Of that blest herb divinely sweet, Rose fresh and lusty on his feet.

The pious king, with grief distressed, The noble hundred thus addressed: "With patience, daughters, bear your fate, Yours was a deed supremely great When with one mind you kept from shame The honour of your father's name. Patience, when men their anger vent, Is woman's praise and ornament; Yet when the Gods inflict the blow Hard is it to support the woe. Patience, my girls, exceeds all price: 'Tis alms, and truth, and sacrifice. Patience is virtue, patience fame: Patience upholds this earthly frame. And now, I think, is come the time To wed you in your maiden prime. Now, daughters, go where'er you will: Thoughts for your good my mind shall fill."

"Expelled from power the woods I tread, My spouse is lost, the bird is dead. A fate so sad, I ween, would tame The vigour of the glorious flame. If I to cool my fever tried To cross the deep from side to side, The sea,--so hard my fate,--would dry His waters as my feet came nigh. In all this world there lives not one So cursed as I beneath the sun; So strong a net of misery cast Around me holds the captive fast, Best of all birds that play the wing, Loved, honoured by our sire the king, The vulture, in my fate enwound, Lies bleeding, dying on the ground."

Beyond the moat that girt the wall Advanced the Vanar chiefs; and all Upon the plain in firm brigade, Impetuous warriors, stood arrayed. Red at the sight flashed Lakshman's eyes, His bosom heaved tumultuous sighs, And forth the fire of fury broke Like flame that flashes through the smoke. Like some fierce snake the hero stood: His bow recalled the expanded hood, And in his shaft-head bright and keen The flickering of its tongue was seen: And in his own all-conquering might The venom of its deadly bite. Prince Angad marked his angry look, And every hope his heart forsook. Then, his large eyes with fury red, To Angad Lakshman turned and said:

She ceased, and Hanuman replied, By shape and threat unterrified: "Brave Rama with his Maithil spouse Lodged in the shade of Dandak's boughs, Thence Ravan king of giants stole Sita the joy of Rama's soul. By Rama's high behest to her I go a willing messenger; And never shouldst them hinder one Who toils for Dasaratha's son. First captive Sita will I see, And him who sent and waits for me, Then come and to thy will submit, Yea, by my truth I promise it." "Nay, hope not thus thy life to save; Not such the boon that Brahma gave. Enter my mouth," was her reply, "Then forward on thy journey hie!"(796)

At that terrific roar and yell The heart of every giant fell. But still their king's command they feared And pressed around with arms upreared. Beside the porch a club was laid: The Vanar caught it up, and swayed The weapon round his head, and slew The foremost of the Rakshas crew. Thus Indra vanquished, thousand-eyed, The Daityas who the Gods defied. Then on the porch Hanuman sprang, And loud his shout of triumph rang. The giants looked upon the dead, And turning to their monarch fled. And Ravan with his spirit wrought To frenzy by the tale they brought, Urged to the fight Prahasta's son, Of all his chiefs the mightiest one.

In pomp and pride of warlike state The giant passed the city gate. He raised his voice: the hills, the shore Of Lanka's sea returned the roar. The Vanars saw the chief draw nigh Whom not the ruler of the sky, Nor Yama, monarch of the dead, Might vanquish, and affrighted fled. When royal Angad, Bali's son, Saw the scared Vanars turn and run, Undaunted still he kept his ground, And shouted as he gazed around: "O Nala, Nila, stay nor let Your souls your generous worth forget, O Kumud and Gavaksha, why Like base-born Vanars will ye fly? Turn, turn, nor shame your order thus: This giant is no match for us"

The Sire, when thus the king had prayed, In sweet kind words his answer made. "High, high thy thought and wishes are, Bhagirath of the mighty car! Ikshvaku's line is blest in thee, And as thou prayest it shall be. Ganga, whose waves in Swarga(196) flow, Is daughter of the Lord of Snow. Win Siva that his aid be lent To hold her in her mid descent, For earth alone will never bear Those torrents hurled from upper air; And none may hold her weight but He, The Trident wielding deity." Thus having said, the Lord supreme Addressed him to the heavenly stream; And then with Gods and Maruts(197) went To heaven above the firmament.

When mutual courtesies had past, Visala's ruler spoke at last: "These princely youths, O Sage, who vie In might with children of the sky, Heroic, born for happy fate, With elephants' or lions' gait, Bold as the tiger or the bull, With lotus eyes so large and full, Armed with the quiver, sword, and bow, Whose figures like the Asvins(216) show, Like children of the deathless Powers, Come freely to these shades of ours,(217)-- How have they reached on foot this place? What do they seek, and what their race? As sun and moon adorn the sky, This spot the heroes glorify. Alike in stature, port, and mien, The same fair form in each is seen,"

"Why fervent thus in toil and pain? What brings thee here? what boon to gain? Thy heart's desire, O Monarch, speak: I grant the boons which mortals seek." The king, his adoration paid, To Mahadeva answer made: "If thou hast deemed me fit to win Thy favour, O thou void of sin, On me, O mighty God, bestow The wondrous science of the bow, All mine, complete in every part, With secret spell and mystic art. To me be all the arms revealed That Gods, and saints, and Titans wield, And every dart that arms the hands Of spirits, fiends and minstrel bands, Be mine, O Lord supreme in place, This token of thy boundless grace."

Soon as the shades of night had fled, Thus to the wise Sumantra said The happy king, while priest and peer, Each in his place, were standing near: "Let all my treasurers to-day, Set foremost in the long array, With gold and precious gems supplied In bounteous store, together ride. And send you out a mighty force, Foot, chariot, elephant, and horse. Besides, let many a car of state, And noblest steeds, my will await. Vasishtha, Vamadeva sage, And Markandeya's reverend age, Javali, Kasyap's godlike seed, And wise Katyayana, shall lead. Thy care, Sumantra, let it be To yoke a chariot now for me, That so we part without delay: These envoys hasten me away."

I feared to draw the arrow out, And pondered thus in painful doubt: "Now tortured by the shaft he lies, But if I draw it forth he dies." Helpless I stood, faint, sorely grieved: The hermit's son my thought perceived; As one o'ercome by direst pain He scarce had strength to speak again. With writhing limb and struggling breath, Nearer and ever nearer death "My senses undisturbed remain, And fortitude has conquered pain: Now from one tear thy soul be freed. Thy hand has made a Brahman bleed. Let not this pang thy bosom wring: No twice-born youth am I, O King, For of a Vaisya sire I came, Who wedded with a Sudra dame."

To Indrajit(878) the bold and brave The giant king his mandate gave: "O trained in warlike science, best In arms of all our mightiest, Whose valour in the conflict shown To Asurs and to Gods is known, The Kinkars whom I sent are slain, And Jambumali and his train; The lords who led our giant bands Have fallen by the monkey's hands; With shattered cars the ground is spread, And Aksha lies amid the dead. Thou art my best and bravest: go, Unmatched in power, and slay the foe." He heard the hest: he bent his head; Athirst for battle forth he sped. Four tigers fierce, of tawny hue, With fearful teeth, his chariot drew.

Yet earth, the waters of the seas, The race of women and the trees Were fain upon themselves to take The weight of sin for Indra's sake. But who a Vanar's soul will free, Or ease the load that crushes me? Wretch that I am, I may not claim The reverence due to royal name. How shall I reign supreme, or dare Affect the power I should not share? Ah me, I sorrow for my sin, The ruin of my race and kin, Polluted by a hideous crime World-hated till the end of time. Alas, the floods of sorrow roll With whelming force upon my soul: So gathers the descending rain In the deep hollow of the plain."

Still was the cry, "The Vanar foes Around the leaguered city close." King Ravan from the terrace gazed And saw, with eyes where fury blazed, The Vanar host in serried ranks Press to the moat and line the banks, And, first in splendour and in place, The lion lord of Raghu's race. And Rama looked on Lanka where Gay flags were streaming to the air, And, while keen sorrow pierced him through, His loving thoughts to Sita flew: "There, there in deep affliction lies My darling with the fawn-like eyes. There on the cold bare ground she keeps Sad vigil and for Rama weeps." Mad with the thought, "Charge, charge," he cried. "Let earth with Rakshas blood be dyed."

The pair, with voices sweet and strong, Rolled the full tide of noble song, With tone and accent deftly blent To suit the changing argument. Mid that assembly loud and clear Rang forth that lay so sweet to hear, That universal rapture stole Through each man's frame and heart and soul. "These minstrels, blest with every sign That marks a high and princely line, In holy shades who dwell, Enshrined in Saint Valmiki's lay, A monument to live for aye, My deeds in song shall tell." Thus Rama spoke: their breasts were fired, And the great tale, as if inspired, The youths began to sing, While every heart with transport swelled, And mute and rapt attention held The concourse and the king.

Distracted with the toil and thirst, With woeful mien, away he burst, Swift to the hermit's breast he flew, And weeping thus began to sue: "No sire have I, no mother dear, No kith or kin my heart to cheer: As justice bids, O Hermit, deign To save me from the threatened pain. O thou to whom the wretched flee, And find a saviour, Saint, in thee, Now let the king obtain his will, And me my length of days fulfil, That rites austere I too may share, May rise to heaven and rest me there. With tender soul and gentle brow Be guardian of the orphan thou, And as a father pities, so Preserve me from my fear and woe."

King Dasaratha heard with dread The boastful speech, and thus he said; Raising his hands in suppliant guise, With pallid cheek and timid eyes: "Forgetful of the bloody feud Ascetic toils hast thou pursued; Then, Brahman, let thy children be Untroubled and from danger free. Sprung of the race of Bhrigu, who Read holy lore, to vows most true, Thou swarest to the Thousand-eyed And thy fierce axe was cast aside. Thou turnedst to thy rites away Leaving the earth to Kasyap's sway, And wentest far a grove to seek Beneath Mahendra's(255) mountain peak. Now, mighty Hermit, art thou here To slay us all with doom severe? For if alone my Rama fall, We share his fate and perish all."

Forth from the house Vasishtha drove, That with the king's in splendour strove, And all the royal street he viewed Filled with a mighty multitude The eager concourse blocked each square, Each road and lane and thoroughfare, And joyous shouts on every side Rose like the roar of Ocean's tide, As streams of men together came With loud huzza and glad acclaim. The ways were watered, swept and clean, And decked with flowers and garlands green And all Ayodhya shone arrayed With banners on the roofs that played. Men, women, boys with eager eyes, Expecting when the sun should rise, Stood longing for the herald ray Of Rama's consecration day, To see, a source of joy to all, The people-honoured festival.