Ramayana, Epic of Rama, Prince of India

X. The War in Ceylon - 139
Listen more! this fated Lanka groans beneath her load of crime,
And shall perish in her folly by the ruthless hand of Time,
Thou shalt perish and thy father and this proud presumptuous state,
Lakshman meets thee, impious Raksha, by the stern decree of Fate!”
“Hast thou too forgot the lesson,” Indrajit to Lakshman said,
“Twice in field of war unconscious thee with Rama have I laid,
Dost thou stealing like a serpent brave my yet unconquered might,
Perish, boy, in thy presumption, in this last and fatal fight!”
Spake the hero: “Like a coward hid beneath a mantling cloud,
Thou hast battled like a caitiff safe behind thy sheltering shroud,
Now I seek an open combat, time is none to prate or speak,
Boastful word is coward’s weapon, weapons and thy arrows seek!”
Soon they mixed in dubious combat, fury fired each foeman’s heart,
Either warrior felt his rival worthy of his bow and dart,
Lakshman with his hurtling arrows pierced the Raksha’s golden mail,
Shattered by the Raksha’s weapons Lakshman’s useless armour fell,
Red with gore and dim in eyesight still the chiefs in fury fought,
Neither quailed before his foeman, pause nor grace nor mercy sought,
Till with more than human valour Lakshman drew his bow amain,
Slayed the Raksha’s steeds and driver, severed too his bow in twain,
[152] “If the great and godlike Rama is in faith and duty true,
Gods assist the cause of virtue!” – Lakshman uttered as he drew,
Fatal was the dart unerring, – Gods assist the true and bold, –
On the field of Nikumbhila, Lakshman’s foeman headless rolled!
VII. Ravan’s Lament
“Quenched the light of Rakshas’ valour!” so the message-bearer said,
“Lakshman with the deep Bibhishan hath thy son in battle slayed,
Fallen is our prince and hero and his day on earth is done,
In a brighter world, O monarch, lives thy brave thy gallant son!”