The groans and cries of dames who wailed The ears of Lanká's lord assailed, For from each house and home was sent The voice of weeping and lament. In troubled thought his head he bowed, Then fiercely loosing on the crowd Of nobles near his throne he broke The silence, and in fury spoke:
'This day my deadly shafts shall fly, And Raghu's sons shall surely die. This day shall countless Vánars bleed And dogs and kites and vultures feed. Go, bid them swift my car prepare, Bring the great bow I long to bear: And let my host with sword and shield And spear be ready for the field.'
From street to street the captains passed And Rákshas warriors gathered fast. With spear and sword to pierce and strike, And axe and club and mace and pike. Then Rávan's warrior chariot wrought With gold and rich inlay was brought. Mid tinkling bells and weapons' clang The monarch on the chariot sprang, Which, decked with gems of every hue, Eight steeds of noble lineage drew.
Mid roars of drum and shell rang out From countless throats a joyful shout. As, girt with hosts in warlike pride. Through Lanká's streets the tyrant hied. Still, louder than the roar of drums, Went up the cry 'He comes, he comes, Our ever conquering lord who trod Beneath his feet both fiend and God.'
On to the gate the warriors swept Where Raghu's sons their station kept. When Rávan's car the portal passed The sun in heaven was overcast. Earth rocked and reeled from side to side And birds with boding voices cried. Against the standard of the king A vulture flapped his horrid wing.
Big gouts of blood before him dropped, His trembling steeds in terror stopped. The hue of death was on his cheek, And scarce his flattering tongue could speak, When, terrible with flash and flame, Through murky air a meteor came. Still by the hand of Death impelled His onward way the giant held.
The Vánars in the field afar Heard the loud thunder of his car. And turned with warriors' fierce delight To meet the giant in the fight. He came: his clanging bow he drew And myriads of the Vánars slew. Some through the side and heart he cleft, Some headless on the plain were left.
Some struggling groaned with mangled thighs, Or broken arms or blinded eyes.
