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Ramayana, Epic of Rama, Prince of India

An Abbreviated Translation of the Indian Classic, the Ramayana by Romesh Chundar Dutt in 2,000 verses

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X. The War in Ceylon - 136<br />

“Shed no tears <strong>of</strong> sorrow, father!” Indrajit exclaimed in pride,<br />

“While thy eldest son surviveth triumph dwells on Ravan’s side,<br />

<strong>Rama</strong> and that stripling Lakshman, I had left them in their gore,<br />

Once again I seek their lifeblood, – they shall live to fight no more,<br />

[148] Hear my vow, O Lord <strong>of</strong> Rakshas! ere descends yon radiant sun,<br />

<strong>Rama</strong>’s days and gallant Lakshman’s on this wide earth shall be done,<br />

Witness INDRA and VIVASWAT, VISHNU great and RUDRA dire,<br />

Witness Sun and Moon and Sadhyas, and the living God <strong>of</strong> Fire!”<br />

Opened wide the gates <strong>of</strong> Lanka: in the spacious field <strong>of</strong> war,<br />

Indrajit arranged his army, foot and horse and battle car,<br />

Then with gifts and sacred mantras bent before the God <strong>of</strong> Fire,<br />

And invoked celestial succour in the battle dread and dire,<br />

With his <strong>of</strong>ferings and his garlands, Indrajit with spices rare,<br />

Worshipped holy VAISWA-NARA on the altar bright and fair,<br />

Spear and mace were ranged in order, dart and bow and shining blade,<br />

Sacred fuel, blood-red garments, fragrant flowers were duly laid,<br />

Head <strong>of</strong> goat as black as midnight <strong>of</strong>fered then the warrior brave,<br />

And the shooting tongue <strong>of</strong> red fire omens <strong>of</strong> a conquest gave,<br />

Curling to the right and smokeless, red and bright as molten gold,<br />

Tongue <strong>of</strong> flame received the <strong>of</strong>fering <strong>of</strong> the hero true and bold!<br />

Victory the sign betokens! Bow and dart and shining blade,<br />

Sanctified by holy mantras, by the Fire the warrior laid,<br />

Then with weapons consecrated, hid in mists as once before,<br />

Indrajit on helpless foemen did his fatal arrows pour!<br />

Fled the countless Vanar forces, panic-stricken, crushed and slain,<br />

And the dead and dying warriors strewed the gory battle plain,<br />

Then on <strong>Rama</strong>, and on Lakshman, from his dark and misty shroud<br />

Indrajit discharged his arrows bright as sunbeams through a cloud,<br />

Scanning earth and bright sky vainly for his dark and hidden foe,<br />

<strong>Rama</strong> to his brother Lakshman spake in grief and spake in woe:

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