{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry327.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry327.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry327.htm","text":"They looked upon the boundless main\n The awful seat of Varun's reign.\n And heard his waters roar and rave\n Terrific with each crested wave.\n Then, in the depths of sorrow drowned,\n They sat upon the bosky ground,\n And sadly, as they pondered, grieved\n For days gone by and naught achieved.\n Pain pierced them through with sharper sting\n When, gazing on the trees of spring,\n They saw each waving bough that showed\n The treasures of its glorious load,\n And helpless, fainting with the weight\n Of woe they sank disconsolate.\n Then, lion-shouldered, stout and strong,\n The noblest of the V\u00e1nar throng,\n Angad the prince imperial rose,\n And, deeply stricken by the woes\n That his impetuous spirit broke,\n Thus gently to the chieftains spoke:\n 'Mark ye not, V\u00e1nars, that the day\n Our monarch fixed has passed away?\n The month is lost in toil and pain,\n And now, my friends, what hopes remain?\n On you, in lore of counsel tried,\n Our king Sugr\u00edva most relied.\n Your hearts, with strong affection fraught,\n \n \n His weal in every labour sought,\n And the true valour of your band\n Was blazoned wide in every land.\n Forth on the toilsome search you sped,\n By me--for so he willed it--led.\n To us, of every hope bereft,\n Death is the only refuge left.\n For none a happy life may see\n Who fails to do our king's decree.\n Come, let us all from food abstain,\n And perish thus, since hope is vain.\n Stern is our king and swift to ire,\n Imperious, proud, and fierce like fire,\n And ne'er will pardon us the crime\n Of fruitless search and wasted time.\n Far better thus to end our lives,\n And leave our wealth, our homes and wives,\n Leave our dear little ones and all,\n Than by his vengeful hand to fall.\n Think not Sugr\u00edva's wrath will spare\n Me B\u00e1li's son, imperial heir:\n For Raghu's royal son, not he,\n To this high place anointed me,\n Sugr\u00edva, long my bitter foe,\n With eager hand will strike the blow,\n And, mindful of the old offence,\n Will slay me now for negligence,\n Nor will my pitying friends have power\n To save me in the deadly hour.\n No--here, O chieftains, will I lie\n By ocean's marge, and fast and die.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 They heard the royal prince declare\n The purpose of his fixt despair;\n And all, by common terror moved,\n His speech in these sad words approved:\n 'Sugr\u00edva's heart is hard and stern,\n And R\u00e1ma's thoughts for S\u00edt\u00e1 yearn.\n Our forfeit lives will surely pay\n For idle search and long delay,\n And our fierce king will bid us die\n The favour of his friend to buy.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 Then T\u00e1ra softly spake to cheer\n The V\u00e1nars' hearts oppressed by fear:\n 'Despair no more, your doubts dispel:\n Come in this ample cavern dwell.\n There may we live in blissful ease\n Mid springs and fruit and bloomy trees,\n Secure from every foe's assault,\n For magic framed the wondrous vault.\n Protected there we need not fear\n Though R\u00e1ma and our king come near;\n Nor dread e'en him who batters down\n The portals of the foeman's town.' \u00a01\n \n \n384:1 Purandara, the destroyer of cities; the cities being the clouds which the God of the firmament bursts open with his thunderbolts, to release the waters imprisoned in these fortesses of the demons of drought.","title":"BOOK IV: Canto LIII.: Angad's Counsel.","type":"page"}