{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry230.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry230.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry230.htm","text":"But S\u00farpanakh\u00e1 saw the plain\n Spread with the fourteen thousand slain,\n Doers of cruel deeds o'erthrown\n By R\u00e1ma's mighty arm alone,\n Add Tris'iras and D\u00fashan dead,\n And Khara, with the hosts they led.\n Their death she saw, and mad with pain,\n Roared like a cloud that brings the rain,\n And fled in anger and dismay\n To Lank\u00e1, seat of R\u00e1van's sway.\n There on a throne of royal state\n Exalted sat the potentate,\n Begirt with counsellor and peer,\n Like Indra with the Storm-Gods near.\n Bright as the sun's full splendour shone\n The glorious throne he sat upon,\n As when the blazing fire is red\n Upon a golden altar fed.\n Wide gaped his mouth at every breath,\n Tremendous as the jaws of Death.\n With him high saints of lofty thought,\n Gandharvas, Gods, had vainly fought.\n The wounds Were on his body yet\n From wars where Gods and demons met.\n And scars still marked his ample chest\n By fierce Air\u00e1vat's\u00a01 tusk impressed.\n A score of arms, ten necks, had he,\n His royal gear was brave to see.\n His massive form displayed each sign\n That marks the heir of kingly line.\n In stature like a mountain height,\n His arms were strong, his teeth were white,\n And all his frame of massive mould\n Seemed lazulite adorned with gold.\n A hundred seams impressed each *limb*\n Where Vishnu's arm had wounded him,\n And chest and shoulder bore the print\n Of sword and spear and arrow dint,\n Where every God had struck a blow\n In battle with the giant foe.\n His might to wildest rage could wake\n The sea whose faith naught else can shake,\n Hurl towering mountains to the earth,\n And crush e'en foes of heavenly birth.\n The bonds of law and right he spurned:\n To others' wives his fancy turned.\n Celestial arms he used in fight,\n And loved to mar each holy rite.\n He went to Bhogavat\u00ed's town,\u00a02\n Where V\u00e1suki was beaten down,\n And stole, victorious in the strife,\n Lord Takshaka's beloved wife.\n Kail\u00e1sa's lofty crest he sought,\n And when in vain Kuvera fought,\n Stole Pushpak thence,the car that through\n The air, as willed the master, flew.\n Impelled by furious anger, he\n Spoiled Nandan's\u00a03 shade and Nalin\u00ed,\n And Chaitraratha's heavenly grove,\n The haunts where Gods delight to rove.\n Tall as a hill that cleaves the sky,\n He raised his mighty arms on high\n To check the blessed moon, and stay\n The rising of the Lord of Day.\n Ten thousand years the giant spent\n On dire austerities intent.\n And of his heads an offering, laid\n Before the Self-existent, made.\n No God or fiend his life could take,\n Gandharva, goblin, bird, or snake:\n Safe from all fears of death, except\n From human arm, that life was kept.\n Oft when the priests began to raise\n Their consecrating hymns of praise,\n He spoiled the Soma's sacred juice\n Poured forth by them in solemn use.\n \n \n The sacrifice his hands o'erthrew,\n And cruelly the Br\u00e1hmans slew.\n His was a heart that naught oould melt,\n Joying in woes which others felt.\n \n \n She saw the ruthless monster there,\n Dread of the worlds, unused to spare.\n In robes of heavenly texture dressed,\n Celestial wreaths adorned his breast.\n He sat a shape of terror, like\n Destruction ere the worlds it strike.\n She saw him in his pride of place,\n The joy of old Pulastya's\u00a01 race,\n Begirt by counsellor and peer,\n R\u00e1van, the foeman's mortal fear,\n And terror in her features shown,\n The giantess approached the throne.\n \u00a0\u00a0 Then S\u00farpanakh\u00e1 bearing yet\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Each deeply printed trace\n \u00a0\u00a0 Where the great-hearted chief had set\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A mark upon her face,\n \u00a0\u00a0 Impelled by terror and desire,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Still fierce, no longer bold,\n \u00a0\u00a0 To R\u00e1van of the eyes of fire\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Her tale, infuriate, told,\n \n \n \n \n267:1 Indra's elephant.\n267:2 Bhogavat\u00ed, in P\u00e1t\u00e1la in the regions under the earth, is the capital of the serpent race whose king is V\u00e1suki.\n267:3 The grove of Indra.","title":"BOOK III: Canto XXXII.: R\u00e1van Roused.","type":"page"}