{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry224.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry224.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry224.htm","text":"When D\u00fashan saw his giant band\n Slaughtered by R\u00e1ma's conquering hand,\n He called five thousand fiends, and gave\n His orders. Bravest of the brave,\n Invincible, of furious might,\n Ne'er had they turned their backs in flight.\n They, as their leader bade them seize\n Spears, swords, and clubs, and rocks, and trees.\n \n \n Poured on the dauntless prince again\n A ceaseless shower of deadly rain.\n The virtuous R\u00e1ma, undismayed.\n Their missiles with his arrows stayed,\n And weakened, ere it fell, the shock\n Of that dire hail of tree and rock,\n And like a bull with eyelids closed,\n The pelting of the storm opposed.\n \n \n Then blazed his ire: he longed to smite\n To earth the rovers of the night.\n The wrath that o'er his spirit came\n Clothed him with splendour as of flame,\n While showers of mortal darts he poured\n Fierce on the giants and their lord.\n D\u00fashan, the foeman's dusky dread,\n By frenzied rage inspirited,\n On Raghu's son his missiles cast\n Like Indra's bolts which rend and blast.\n But R\u00e1ma with a trenchant dart\n Cleft D\u00fashan's ponderous bow apart.\n And then the gold-decked steeds who drew\n The chariot, with four shafts he slew.\n One crescent dart he aimed which shred\n Clean from his neck the driver's head;\n Three more with deadly skill addressed\n Stood quivering in the giant's breast.\n Hurled from his car, steeds, driver slain,\n The bow he trusted cleft in twain,\n He seized his mace, strong, heavy, dread,\n High as a mountain's towering head.\n With plates of gold adorned and bound,\n Embattled Gods it crushed and ground.\n Its iron spikes yet bore the stains\n Of mangled foemen's blood and brains.\n Its heavy mass of jagged steel\n Was like a thunderbolt to feel,\n It shattered, as on foes it fell,\n The city where the senses dwell.\u00a01b\n Fierce D\u00fashan seized that ponderous mace\n Like monstrous form of serpent race,\n And all his savage soul aglow\n With fury, rushed upon the foe.\n But Raghu's son took steady aim,\n And as the rushing giant came,\n Shore with two shafts the arms whereon\n The demon's glittering bracelets shone.\n His arm at each huge shoulder lopped,\n The mighty body reeled and dropped.\n And the great mace to earth was thrown\n Like Indra's staff when storms have blown,\n As some vast elephant who lies\n Shorn of his tusks, and bleeding dies,\n So, when his arms were rent away,\n Low on the ground the giant lay.\n The spirits saw the monster die,\n And loudly rang their joyful cry,\n 'Honour to R\u00e1ma! nobly done!\n Well hast thou fought, Kakutstha's son!\n \n \n \u00a0\u00a0 But the great three, the host who led,\n Enraged to see their chieftain dead,\n As though Death's toils were round them cast,\n Rushed upon R\u00e1ma fierce and fast,\n Mah\u00e1kap\u00e1la seized, to strike\n His foeman down, a ponderous pike:\n Sth\u00fal\u00e1ksha charged with spear to fling,\n Pram\u00e1thi with his axe to swing.\n When R\u00e1ma saw, with keen darts he\n Received the onset of the three,\n As calm as though he hailed a guest\n In each, who came for shade and rest.\n Mah\u00e1kap\u00e1la's monstrous head\n Fell with the trenchant dart he sped.\n His good right hand in battle skilled\n Sth\u00fal\u00e1ksha's eyes with arrows tilled,\n And trusting still his ready bow\n He laid the fierce Pramathi low,\n Who sank as some tall tree falls down\n With bough and branch and leafy crown.\n Then with five thousand shafts he slew\n The rest of D\u00fashan's giant crew:\n Five thousand demons, torn and rent,\n To Yama's gloomy realm he sent.\n \u00a0\u00a0 When Khara knew the fate of all\n The giant band and D\u00fashan's fall,\n He called the mighty chiefs who led\n His army, and in fury said:\n \u00a0\u00a0 'Now D\u00fashan and his armed train\n Lie prostrate on the battle plain.\n Lead forth an army mightier still,\n R\u00e1ma this wretched man, to kill.\n Fight ye with darts of every shape,\n Nor let him from your wrath escape.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 Thus spoke the fiend, by rage impelled,\n And straight his course toward R\u00e1ma held.\n With S'yenag\u00e1m\u00ed and the rest\n Of his twelve chiefs he onward pressed,\n And every giant as he went\n A storm of well-wrought arrows sent.\n Then with his pointed shafts that came\n With gold and diamond bright as flame,\n Dead to the earth tht hero threw\n The remnant of the demon crew.\n Those shafts with feathers bright as gold,\n Like flames which wreaths of smoke enfold,\n Smote down the fiends like tall trees rent\n By red bolts from the firmament.\n A hundred shafts be pointed well:\n By their keen barbs a hundred fell:\n A thousand,--and a thousand more\n In battle's front lay drenched in gore.\n Of all defence and guard bereft,\n With sundered bows and harness cleft.\n Their bodies red with bloody stain\n Fell the night-rovers on the plain,\n Which, covered with the loosened hair\n Of bleeding giants prostrate there,\n Like some great altar showed, arrayed\n For holy rites with grass o'erlaid.\n The darksome wood, each glade and dell\n Where the wild demons fought and fell\n Was like an awful hell whose floor\n Is thick with mire and flesh and gore.\n \u00a0\u00a0 Thus twice seven thousand fiends, a band\n With impious heart and bloody hand,\n By Raghu's son were overthrown,\n A man, on foot, and all alone.\n Of all who met on that fierce day,\n Khara, great chief, survived the fray,\n The monster of the triple head,\u00a01\n And Raghu's son, the foeman'a dread.\n The other demon warriors, all\n Skilful and brave and strong and tall,\n In front of battle, side by side,\n Struck down by Lakshman's brother died.\n \u00a0\u00a0 When Khara saw the host he led\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Triumphant forth to fight\n \u00a0\u00a0 Stretched on the earth, all smitten dead,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 By R\u00e1ma's nobler might,\n \u00a0\u00a0 Upon his foe he fiercely glared,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And drove against him fast,\n \u00a0\u00a0 Like Indra when his arm is bared\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His thundering bolt to cast.\n \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 * * * * *\n \n \n \n \n259:1 One of the mysterious weapons given to R\u00e1ma.\n259:1b A periphrasis for the body.","title":"BOOK III: Canto XXVI.: D\u00fashan's Death.","type":"page"}