{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry320.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry320.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry320.htm","text":"'How, King,' cried R\u00e1ma, 'didst thou gain\n Thy lore of sea and hill and plain?\n 'I told thee how,' Sugr\u00edva,\n From B\u00e1li's arm M\u00e1y\u00e1v\u00ed \u00a01\n To Malaya's hill, and strove to save\n His life by hiding in the cave.\n I told how B\u00e1li sought, to kill\n His foe, the hollow of the hill;\n Nor need I, King, again unfold\n The wondrous tale already told.\n Then, wandering forth, my way I took\n By many a town and wood and brook.\n I roamed the earth from place to place,\n Till, like a mirror's polished face,\n The whole broad disk, that lies between\n Its farthest bounds, mine eyes had seen.\n I wandered first to eastern skies\n Where fairest trees rejoiced mine eyes,\n And many a cave and wooded hill\n Where lilies robed the lake and rill.\n There metal dyes that hill \u00a02 adorn\n Whence springs the sun to light the morn.\n There, too, I viewed the Milky sea,\n Where nymphs of heaven delight to be.\n Then to the south I made my way\n From regions of the rising day,\n And roamed o'er Vindhya, where the breeze\n Is odorous of sandal trees.\n Still in my fear I found no rest:\n I sought the regions of the west,\n And gazed on Asta, \u00a03 where the sun\n \n \n Sinks when his daily course is run\n Then from that noblest hill I fled\n And to the northern country sped,\n Saw Himav\u00e1nt\u00a01 and Meru'Meru'sp,\n And stood beside the northern deep.\n But when, by B\u00e1li's might oppressed,\n E'en in those wilds I could not rest,\n Came Hanum\u00e1nwise and brave,\n And thus his prudent counsel gave:\n 'I told thee how Matanga \u00a02 cursed\n Thy tyrant, that his head should burst\n In pieces, should be dare invade\n The precincts of that tranquil shade.\n There may we dwell in peace and be\n From thy oppressor's malice free.'\n We went to Rishyam\u00faka's,\n And spent our days secure from ill\n Where, with that curse upon his head,\n The cruel B\u00e1li durst not tread.'\n \n \n \n \n379:1 Canto IX.\n379:2 Udayagiri or the hill from which the sun rises.\n379:3 Asta is the mountain behind which the sun sets.","title":"BOOK IV: Canto XLVI.: Sugr\u00edva's.","type":"page"}