There faint and bleeding fast, apart Stood Rávan raging in his heart. Then, moved with ruth for Ráma's sake, Agastya came and gently spake: 'Bend, Ráma, bend thy heart and ear The everlasting truth to hear Which all thy hopes through life will bless And crown thine arms with full success.
The rising sun with golden rays, Light of the worlds, adore and praise: The universal king, the lord By hosts of heaven and fiends adored. He tempers all with soft control. He is the Gods' diviner soul; And Gods above and fiends below And men to him their safety owe.
He Brahmá, Vishnu, S'iva, he Each person of the glorious Three, Is every God whose praise *?? tell, The King of Heaven, the Lord of Hell: Each God revered from times of old, The Lord of War, the King of Gold: Mahendra, Time and Death is he, The Moon, the Ruler of the Sea.
He hears our praise in every form,-- The manes, Gods who ride the storm, The As'vins, Manu, they who stand Round Indra, and the Sádhyas' band He is the air, and life and fire, The universal source and sire: He brings the seasons at his call, Creator, light, and nurse of all.
His heavenly course he joys to run, Maker of Day, the golden sun. The steeds that whirl his car are seven, The flaming steeds that flash through heaven. Lord of the sky, the conqueror parts The clouds of night with glistering darts. He, master of the Vedas' lore, Commands the clouds' collected store:
He is the rivers' surest friend; He bids the rains, and they descend. Stars, planets, constellations own Their monarch of the golden throne. Lord of twelve forms, to thee I bow, Most glorious King of heaven art thou. O Ráma, he who pays aright Due worship to the Lord of Light Shall never fall oppressed by ill, But find a stay and comfort still.
Adore with all thy heart and mind This God of Gods, to him resigned; And thou his saving power shalt know Victorious o'er thy giant foe.
