{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry442.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry442.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry442.htm","text":"Brave chiefs of each opposing side\n Their strength in single combat tried.\n Fierce Indrajit the fight began\n With Angad in the battle's van.\n Samp\u00e1t\u00ed, strongest of his race,\n Stood with Prajangha face to face.\n Han\u00fam\u00e1n, Jambum\u00e1l\u00ed met\n In mortal opposition set.\n Vibh\u00edshan, brother of the lord\n Of Lank\u00e1, raised his threatening sword\n And singled out, with eyes aglow\n With wrath, S'atrughna for his foe.\n The mighty Gaja Tapan sought,\n And N\u00edla with Nikumbha fought.\n Sugr\u00edva, V\u00e1nar king, defied\n Fierce Praghas long in battle tried,\n And Lakshman fearless in the fight\n Encountered Vir\u00fap\u00e1ksha's might.\n To meet the royal R\u00e1ma came\n Wild Agniketu fierce as flame;\n Mitraghana, he who loved to strike\n His foeman and his friend alike:\n With Ras'miketu, known and feared\n Where'er his ponderous flag was reared;\n And Yajnakopa whose delight\n Was ruin of the sacred rite.\n These met and fought, with thousands more,\n And trampled earth was red with gore\n Swift as the bolt which Indra sends\n When fire from heaven the mountain rends\n Smote Indrajit with furious blows\n On Angad queller of his foes.\n But Angad from his foeman tore\n The murderous mace the warrior bore,\n \n \n And low in dust his coursers rolled,\n His driver, and his car of gold.\n Struck by the shafts Prajangha sped,\n The V\u00e1nar chief Samp\u00e1ti bled,\n But, heedless of his gashes he\n Crushed down the giant with a tree.\n Then car-borne Jambum\u00e1li smote\n Hanum\u00e1n on the chest and throat;\n But at the car the V\u00e1nar rushed,\n And chariot, steeds, and rider crushed.\n Sugr\u00edva whirled a huge tree round,\n And struck fierce Praghas to the ground.\n One arrow shot from Lakshman's bow\n Laid mighty Vir\u00fap\u00e1ksha low.\n His giant foes round R\u00e1ma pressed\n And shot their shafts at head and breast;\n But, when the iron shower was spent,\n Four arrows from his bow he sent,\n And every missile, deftly sped;\n Cleft from the trunk a giant head. \u00a01","title":"BOOK VI: Canto XLIII.: The Single Combats.","type":"page"}