{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry200.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry200.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry200.htm","text":"Thus entertained he passed the night,\n Then, with the morning's early light,\n To all the hermits bade adieu\n And sought his onward way anew.\n He pierced the mighty forest where\n Roamed many a deer and pard and bear:\n Its ruined pools he scarce could see.\n For creeper rent and prostrate tree,\n Where shrill cicada's cries were heard,\n And plaintive notes of many a bird.\n Deep in the thickets of the wood\n With Lakshman and his spouse he stood,\n There in the horrid shade he saw\n A giant passing nature's law:\n Vast as some mountain-peak in size,\n With mighty voice and sunken eyes,\n Huge, hideous, tall, with monstrous face,\n Most ghastly of his giant race.\n A tiger's hide the R\u00e1kshas wore\n Still reeking with the fat and gore:\n Huge-faced, like Him who rules the dead,\n All living things he struck with dread.\n Three lions, tigers four, ten deer\n He carried on his iron spear,\n Two wolves, an elephant's head beside\n With mighty tusks which blood-drops dyed.\n When on the three his fierce eye fell,\n He charged them with a roar and yell\n As furious as the grisly King\n When stricken worlds are perishing.\n Then with a mighty roar that shook\n The earth beneath their feet, he took\n The trembling S\u00edt\u00e1 to his side.\n Withdrew a little space, and cried:\n 'Ha, short lived wretches, ye who dare,\n In hermit dress with matted hair,\n Armed each with arrows, sword, and bow,\n Through Dandak's pathless wood to go:\n How with one dame, I bid you tell,\n Can you among ascetics dwell?\n Who are ye, sinners, who despise\n The right, in holy men's disguise?\n The great Vir\u00e1dha, day by day\n Through this deep-tangled wood I stray,\n And ever, armed with trusty steel,\n I seize a saint to make my meal.\n This woman young and fair of frame\n Shall be the conquering giant's dame:\n Your blood, ye things of evil life,\n My lips shall quaff in battle strife.'\n \n \n He spoke: and Janak's hapless child,\n Scared by his speech so fierce and wild,\n \n \n Trembled for terror, as a frail\n Young plantain shivers in the gale.\n When R\u00e1ma saw Vir\u00e1dha clasp\n Fair S\u00edt\u00e1 in his mighty grasp,\n Thus with pale lips that terror dried\n The hero to his brother cried:\n 'O see Vir\u00e1dha's arm enfold\n My darling in its cursed hold,--\n The child of Janak best of kings,\n My spouse whose soul to virtue clings,\n Sweet princess, with pure glory bright,\n Nursed in the lap of soft delight.\n Now falls the blow Kaikey\u00ed meant,\n Successful in her dark intent:\n This day her cruel soul will be\n Triumphant over thee and me.\n Though Bharat on the throne is set,\n Her greedy eyes look farther yet:\n Me from my home she dared expel,\n Me whom all creatures loved so well.\n This fatal day at length, I ween,\n Brings triumph to the younger queen.\n I see with bitterest grief and shame\n Another touch the Maithil dame.\n Not loss of sire and royal power\n So grieves me as this mournful hour.'\n \n \n Thus in his anguish cried the chief:\n Then drowned in tears, o'erwhelmed by grief,\n Thus Lakshman in his anger spake,\n Quick panting like a spell-bound snake:\n \n \n 'Canst thou, my brother, Indra's peer,\n When I thy minister am near.\n Thus grieve like some forsaken thing,\n Thou, every creature's lord and king?\n My vengeful shaft the fiend shall slay,\n And earth shall drink his blood to-day.\n The fury which my soul at first\n Upon usurping Bharat nursed,\n On this Vir\u00e1dha will I wreak\n As Indra splits the mountain peak.\n Winged by this arm's impetuous might\n \u00a0\u00a0 My shaft with deadly force\n The monster in the chest shall smite,\n \u00a0\u00a0 And fell his shattered corse.'\n \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 * * * * *","title":"BOOK III: Canto II.: Vir\u00e1dha.","type":"page"}