Ramayana 3.295b

Then on the car he turned his ire,-- The will-moved car that shone like fire, And broke the glorious chariot, broke The golden steps and pole and yoke. The chouris and the silken shade Like the full moon to view displayed, Together with the guards who held Those emblems, to the ground he felled. The royal vulture hovered o'er The driver's head, and pierced and tore With his strong beak and dreaded claws His mangled brow and cheek and jaws. With broken car and sundered bow, His charioteer and team laid low, One arm about the lady wound, Sprang the fierce giant to the ground. Spectators of the combat, all The spirits viewed the monster's fall: Lauding the vulture every one Cried with glad voice, Well done! well done! But weak with length of days, at last The vulture's strength was failing fast. The fiend again assayed to bear The lady through the fields of air. But when the vulture saw him rise Triumphant with his trembling prize, Bearing the sword that still was left When other arms were lost or cleft, Once more, impatient of repose, Swift from the earth her champion rose, Hung in the way the fiend would take, And thus addressing Ravan spake: "Thou, King of giants, rash and blind, Wilt be the ruin of thy kind, Stealing the wife of Rama, him With lightning scars on chest and limb. A mighty host obeys his will And troops of slaves his palace fill; His lords of state are wise and true, Kinsmen has he and retinue. As thirsty travellers drain the cup, Thou drinkest deadly poison up. The rash and careless fool who heeds No coming fruit of guilty deeds, A few short years of life shall see, And perish doomed to death like thee. Say whither wilt thou fly to loose Thy neck from Death's entangling noose, Caught like the fish that finds too late The hook beneath the treacherous bait? Never, O King--of this be sure-- Will Raghu's fiery sons endure, Terrific in their vengeful rage, This insult to their hermitage.