BOOK VI: Canto VII: Rávan Encouraged

He ceased: they scorned, with blinded eyes, The foeman and his bold allies, Raised reverent bands with one accord, And thus made answer to their lord: 'Why yield thee, King, to causeless fear? A mighty host with sword and spear And mace and axe and pike and lance Waits but thy signal to advance. Art thou not he who slew of old The Serpent-Gods, and stormed their hold; Scaled Mount Kailása and o'erthrew Kuvera 1 and his Yaksha crew, p. 432 Compelling S'iva's haughty friend Beneath a mightier arm to bend? Didst thou not bring from realms afar The marvel of the magic car, When they who served Kuvera fell Crushed in their mountain citadel? Attracted by thy matchless fame To thee, a suppliant, Maya came, The lord of every Dánav band, And won thee with his daughter's hand. Thy arm in hell itself was felt, Where Vásuki 1 and S'ankha dwelt, And they and Takshak, overthrown, Were forced thy conquering might to own. The Gods in vain their blessing gave To heroes bravest of the brave, Who strove a year and, sorely pressed, Their victor's peerless might confessed. In vain their magic arts they tried, In vain thy matchless arm defied. King Varun's sons with fourfold force, Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse, But for a while thy power withstood, And, conquered, mourned their hardihood. Thou hast encountered, face to face, King Yama 2 with his murdering mace.

Fierce as the wild tempestuous aea, What terror had his wrath for thee, Though death in every threatening form, And woe and torment, urged the storm? Thine arm a glorious victory won O'er the dread king who pities none; And the three worlds, from terror freed, In joyful wonder praised thy deed. The tribe of Warriors, strong and dread As Indra's self, o'er earth had spread; As giant trees that towering stand ln mountain glens, they filled the land. Can Raghu's son encounter foes Fierce, numerous, and strong as those? Yet, trained in war and practised well, O'ermatched by thee, they fought and fell, Stay in thy royal home, nor care The battle and the toil to share; But let the easy fight be won By Indrajit 3 thy matchless son. All, all shall die, if thou permit, Slain by the hand of Indrajit.' 431:1 The God of Riches, brother and enemy of Rávan and first possessor of Pushpak the flying car. 432:1 King of the Serpents. S'ankha and Takshak are two of the eight Serpent Chiefs. 432:2 The God of Death, the Pluto of the Hindus. 432:3 Literally Indra's conqueror, so called from his victory over that God.