Ramayana, Epic of Rama, Prince of India

IX. The Council of War - 124
For the Lord of Sky shall tremble when he sees my stature high,
And he hears his thunders echoed by my loud and answering cry,
Rama armed with ample quiver shall no second arrow send,
Ere I slay him in the battle and his limb from limb I rend!
Wiser heads than Kumbha-karna right and true from wrong may know,
Faithful to his race and monarch he shall face the haughty foe,
Joy thee in thy pleasures, Ravan, rule thy realm in regal pride,
When I slay the hermit Rama, widowed Sita be thy bride!”
VIII. Indrajit’s Assurance
[134] Indrajit the son of Ravan then his lofty purpose told,
Midst the best and boldest Rakshas none so gallant, none so bold:
“Wherefore, noble king and father, pale Bibhishan’s counsel hear,
Scion of the race of Rakshas speaks not thus in dastard fear,
In this race of valiant Rakshas, known for deeds of glory done,
Feeble-hearted, faint in courage, save Bibhishan, there is none!
Matched with meanest of the Rakshas what are sons of mortal men,
What are homeless human brothers hiding in the hermit’s den,
Shall we yield to weary wand’rers, driven from their distant home,
Chased from throne and father’s kingdom in the desert woods to roam!
Lord of sky and nether regions, INDRA ’neath my weapon fell,
Pale Immortals know my valour and my warlike deeds can tell,
INDRA’S tusker, huge Airavat, by my prowess overthrown,
Trumpeted its anguished accents, shaking sky and earth with groan,
Mighty Gods and dauntless Daityas fame of Indrajit may know,
And he yields not, king and father, to a homeless human foe!”
IX. Ravan’s Decision
Anger swelled in Ravan’s bosom as he cast his blood-red eye
On Bibhishan calm and fearless, and he spake in accents high:
“Rather dwell with open foemen or in homes where cobras haunt,
Than with faithless friends who falter and whom fears of danger daunt!