{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry226.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry226.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry226.htm","text":"But when he turned his eye where bled\n Both Tris'iras and D\u00fashan dead,\n Fear o'er the giant's spirit came\n Of R\u00e1ma's might which naught could tame.\n He saw his savage legions, those\n Whose force no creature dared oppose,--\n He saw the leader of his train\n By R\u00e1ma's single prowess slain.\n With burning grief he marked the few\n Still left him of his giant crew.\n As Namuchi \u00a01b on Indra, so\n Rushed the dread demon on his foe.\n His mighty bow the monster strained,\n And angrily on R\u00e1ma rained\n His mortal arrows in a flood,\n Like serpent fangs athirst for blood.\n Skilled in the bowman's warlike art,\n He plied the string and poised the dart.\n Here, on his car, and there, he rode,\n And passages of battle showed,\n While all the skyey regions grew\n Dark with his arrows as they flew.\n Then R\u00e1ma seized his ponderous bow,\n And straight the heaven was all aglow\n With shafts whose stroke no life might bear\n That filled with flash and flame the air,\n Thick as the blinding torrents sent\n Down from Parjanya's \u00a02b firmament.\n In space itself no space remained,\n But all was filled with arrows rained\n Incessantly from each great bow\n Wielded by R\u00e1ma and his foe.\n As thus in furious combat, wrought\n To mortal hate, the warriors fought,\n The sun himself grew faint and pale,\n Obscured behind that arrowy veil.\n \u00a0\u00a0 As when beneath the driver's steel\n An elephant is forced to kneel,\n So from the hard and pointed head\n Of many an arrow R\u00e1ma bled.\n High on his car the giant rose\n Prepared in deadly strife to close,\n \n \n And all the spirits saw him stand\n Like Yama with his noose in hand.\n For Khara deemed in senseless pride\n That he, beneath whose hand had died\n The giant legions, failed at length\n Slow sinking with exhausted strength.\n But R\u00e1ma, like a lion, when\n A trembling deer comes nigh his den.\n Feared not the demon mad with hate,--\n Of lion might and lion gait.\n Then in his lofty car that glowed\n With sunlike brilliance Khura rode\n At R\u00e1ma: madly on he came\n Like a poor moth that seeks the flame.\n His archer skill the fiend displayed,\n And at the place where R\u00e1ma laid\n His hand, an arrow cleft in two\n The mighty bow the hero drew.\n Seven arrows by the giant sent,\n Bright as the bolts of Indra, rent\n Their way through mail and harness joints,\n And pierced him with their iron points.\n On R\u00e1ma, hero unsurpassed,\n A thousand shafts smote thick and fast,\n While as each missile struck, rang out\n The giant's awful battle-shout.\n His knotted arrows pierced and tore\n The sunbright mail the hero wore,\n Till, band and buckle rent away,\n Glittering on the ground it lay.\n Then pierced in shoulder, breast, and side,\n Till every limb with blood was dyed,\n The chieftain in majestic ire\n Shone glorious as the smokeless fire.\n Then loud and long the war-cry rose\n Of R\u00e1ma, terror of his foes,\n As, on the giant's death intent.\n A ponderous bow he strung and bent,--\n Lord Vishnu's own, of wondrous size,--\n Agastya gave the heavenly prize.\n Then rushing on the demon foe,\n He raised on high that mighty bow,\n And with his well-wrought shafts, whereon\n Bright gold between the feathers shone,\n He struck the pennon fluttering o'er\n The chariot, and it waved no more.\n That glorious flag whose every fold\n Was rich with blazonry and gold,\n Fell as the sun himself by all\n The Gods' decree might earthward fall.\n From wrathful Khara's hand, whose art\n Well knew each vulnerable part,\n Four keenly-piercing arrows flew,\n And blood in R\u00e1ma's bosom drew,\n With every limb distained with gore\n From deadly shafts which rent and tore,\n From Khara's clanging bowstring shots,\n The prince's wrath waxed wondrous hot.\n His hand upon his bow that best\n Of mighty archers firmly pressed,\n And from the well-drawn bowstring, true\n Each to its mark, six arrows flew.\n One quivered in the giant's head,\n With two his brawny shoulders bled;\n Three, with the crescent heads they bore,\n Deep in his breast a passage tore.\n Thirteen, to which the stone had lent\n The keenest point, were swiftly sent\n On the fierce giant, every one\n Destructive, gleaming like the sun.\n With four the dappled steeds he slew;\n One cleft the chariot yoke in two.\n One, in the heat of battle sped,\n Smote from the neck the driver's head.\n The poles were rent apart by three;\n Two broke the splintered axle-tree.\n Then from the hand of R\u00e1ma, while\n Across his lips there came a smile.\n The twelfth, like thunderbolt impelled,\n Cut the great hand and bow it held.\n Then, scarce by Indra's self surpassed,\n He pierced the giant with the last.\n The bow he trusted cleft in twain.\n His driver and his horses slain,\n Down sprang the giant, mace in hand,\n On foot against the foe to stand.\n \u00a0\u00a0 The Gods and saints in bright array\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Close gathered in the skies,\n \u00a0\u00a0 The prince's might in battle-fray\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Beheld with joyful eyes.\n \u00a0\u00a0 Uprising from their golden seats,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Their hands in honour raised,\n \u00a0\u00a0 They looked on R\u00e1ma's noble feats,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And blessed him as they praised.\n \n \n \n \n261:1b 'This Asura was a friend of Indra, and taking advantage of his friend's confidence, he drank up Indra's strength along with a draught of wine and Soma. Indra then told the As'vins and Sarasvat\u00ed that Namuchi had drunk up his strength. The As'vins in consequence gave Indra a thunderbolt in the form of a foam, with which he smote off the head of Namuchi.' GARRETT'S Classical Dictionary of India, See also Book I. p. 39.\n261:2b Indra.","title":"BOOK III: Canto XXVIII.: Khara Dismounted.","type":"page"}