Ramayana 6.13b

Ramayana · translated by Ralph T.H. Griffith

Auspicious breezes sweet and low To greet the Vanar army blow, And softly to my listening ear Come the glad cries of bird and deer. Bright is the sky around us, bright Without a cloud the Lord of Light, And Sukra(903) with propitious love Looks on thee from his throne above. The pole-star and the Sainted Seven(904) Shine brightly in the northern heaven, And great Trisanku,(905) glorious king, Ikshvaku's son from whom we spring, Beams in unclouded glory near His holy priest(906) whom all revere. Undimmed the two Visakhas(907) shine, The strength and glory of our line, And Nairrit's(908) influence that aids Our Rakshas foemen faints and fades. The running brooks are fresh and fair, The boughs their ripening clusters bear, And scented breezes gently sway The leaflet of the tender spray. See, with a glory half divine The Vanars' ordered legions shine, Bright as the Gods' exultant train Who saw the demon Tarak slain. O let thine eyes these signs behold, And bid thy heart be glad and bold."

Ramayana 6.13b · Ramayana · 6

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