Mahendra, Time and Death is he, The Moon, the Ruler of the Sea.1 He hears our praise in every form, — The manes,2 Gods who ride the storm,3 The Asvins,4 Manu,5 they who stand Round Indra,6 and the Sadhyas'? 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,8 The flaming steeds that flash through heaven.
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,9 to thee I bow, Most glorious King of heaven art thou. O Rama, 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; Arid thou his saving power shalt know Victorious o'er thy giant foe.'1 ° 1 Varun.
2 The Pitris, forefathers or spirits of the dead, are of two kinds, either the spirits of the father, grandfathers and great- grandfathers of an individual or the pro- genitors of mankind generally, to both of •whom obsequial worship is paid and ob- lations of food are presented.
3 The Maruts or Storm-Gods.
4 The Heavenly Twins, the Castor and Pollux of the Hindus.
5 The Man par excellence, the represen* tative man and father of the human race regarded also as God.
6 The Vasus, a class of deities original- ly personifications of natural phenomena.
7 A class of celestial beings who dwell between the earth and the sun.
* The seven horses are supposed to sym- bolize the seven days of the week.
9 One for each month in the year. 1 ° This Canto does not appear in the I Bengal recension. It comes in awkwardly and may I think be considered as an in- \ CANTO CVIII.
THE BATTLE.
He spoke, and vanished: Rama raised His eyes with reverence meet, and praised The glorious Day-God full in view: Then armed him for the fight anew. Urged onward by his charioteer The giant's foaming steeds came near, And furious was the battle's din Where each resolved to die or win. The Rakshas host and Vanar bands Stood with their weapons in their hands, And watched in terror and dismay The fortune of the awful fray. The giant chief with rage inflamed His darts atRiima's pennon aimed; But when they touched the chariot made Hy heavenly hands their force was stayed. Then Rama's breast with fury swelled; He strained the mighty bow he held, And straight at Ravan's banner flew An arrow as the string* he drew — A deadly arrow swift of flight, Like some huge snake ablaze with light, Whose fury none might e'er repel, — And, split in twain, the standard fell. At Rama's steeds sharp arrows, hot With flames of fire, the giant shot. Unmoved the heavenly steeds sustained The furious shower the warrior rained, As thdugh soft lotus tendrils smote Each haughty crest and glossy coat. Then volleyed swift by magic art, Tree, mountain peak and spear and dart, Trident and pike and club and mace Flew hurtling straight at Kama's face. But Rama with his steeds and car K scaped the storm which fell afar Where the strange missiles, as they rushed To earth, a thousand Vanars crushed.
terpolation, but I paraphrase a portion of it as a relief after so much fighting and carnage, and as an interesting glimpse of the monotheistic ideas which underlie the Hindu religion. The hymn does not readily lend itself to metrical translation, and 1 have not attempted here to give a faithf ul rendering of the whole. A literal version of the text and the commentary given in the Calcutta edition will be found in the Additional Notes.
A canto is here omitted. It contains fighting of the ordinary kind between Kama and IRavan, and a description of sights and soimds'of evil omen foreboding the destruction of the giant.
Canto CXI.
THE R&MAYAN.
CANTO CIX.
THE BATTLE.
,Vith wondrous power and might and skil The giant fought with Rama still. Each at his foe his chariot drove. And still for death or victory strove. The warriors' steeds together dashed, And pole with pole reechoing clashed. Then Rama launching dart on dart Made Ravan's coursers swerve and start. Nor was the lord of Lanka slow To rain his arrows on the foe, Who showed, by fiery points assailed, No trace of pain, nor shook nor quailed. Dense clouds of arrows Kama shot With that strong arm which rested not, And spear and mace and club and brand Fell in dire rain from Ravan's hand. The storm of missiles fiercely cast Stirred up the oceans with its blast, And Serpent-Gods and fiends who dwell Below were troubled by the swell. The earth with hill and plain and brook And grove and garden reeled and shook: The very sun grew cold and pale, And horror stiled the rising gale. God and Gandharva, sage and saint Cried out, with grief and terror faint: O may the prince of Raghu' line Give peace to Brahmans and to kine, And, rescuing the worlds, o'erthrow The giant king our awful foe.'
Then to his deadly string the pride Of Raghu's race a shaft applied. Sharp as a serpent's veuomed fang Straight to its mark the arrow sprang, And from the giant's body shred With trenchant steel the monstrous head. There might the triple world behold That severed head adorned with gold. But when all eyes were bent to view, Swift in its stead another grew. Again the shaft was pointed well: Again the head divided fell; But still as each to earth was cast Another head succeeded fast. A hundred, bright with fiery flame, Fell low before the victor's aim, Yet Ravan by no sign betrayed That death was near or strength decayed. The doubtful fight he still maintained, And on the foe his missiles rained. In air, on earth, on plain, on hill, With awful might he battled still; And through the hours of night and day The conflict knew no pause or stay.
CANTO CX.
RAVAN'S DEATH.
Then Matali to Rama cried: 4 Let other arms the day decide. Why wilt thou strive with useless toil And see his might thy efforts foil? Launch at the foe thy dart whose fire Was kindled by the Almighty Sire.' He ceased: and Raghu's son obeyed: Upon his string the hero laid An arrow, like a snake that hissed. Whose fiery flight had never missed: The arrow Saint Agastya gave And blessed the chieftain's life to save: That dart the Eternal Father made The Monarch of the Gods to aid; By Brahma's self on him bestowed When forth to fight Lord Indra rode. ' Twas feathered with the rushing wind • The glowing sun and fire combined To the keen point their splendour lent; The shaft, ethereal element, By Meru's hill and Mandar, pride Of mountains, had its weight supplied. He laid it on the twisted cord, He turned the point at Lanka's lord, And swift the limb-dividing dart Pierced the huge chest and cleft the heart And dead he fell upon the plain Like Vritra by the Thunderer slain, The Rakshas host when R&van fell Sent forth a wild terrific yell, Then turned and fled, all hope resigned, Through Lanka's gates, nor looked behind* His voice each joyous Vanar raised, And Rama, conquering Rama, praised. Soft from celestial minstrels came The sound of music and acclaim.
Soft, fresh, and cool, a rising breeze Brought odours from the heavenly trees, And ravishing the sight and smell A wondrous rain of blossoms fell: And voices breathed round Raghu's son: Champion of Gods, well done, well done.'
CANTO CXI. VIBHrSHAN'S LAMENT.
Vibhishan saw his brother slain, tfor could his heart its woe contain. O'er the dead king he sadly bent And mourned him with a loud lament: O hero, bold and brave,' he cried, Skilled in all arms, in battle tried, >poiled of thy crown, with limbs outspreadg THE RAM AY AN.
Book VI.
Why wilt thou press thy gory bed? Why slumber on the earth's cold breast, When sumptuous couches woo to rest? Ah me, my brother over bold, Thine is the fate my heart foretold: But love and pride "forbade to hear The friend who blamed thy wild career. Fallen is the sun who gave us light, Our lordly moon is veiled in night. Our beacon fire is dead and cold: A hundred waves have o'er it rolled. What could hi«* light and fire avail Against Lord llama's arrowy hail? Woe for the giants' royal tree, Whose stately height was fair to see. His buds were deeds of kingly grace, His bloom the sons who decked his race. With rifled bloom and mangled bough The royal tree lies prostrate now.' ' Nay, idly mourn not,' Rama cried, 4 The warrior king has nobly died, Interpid hero, firm through all, So fell he as the brave should fall; And ill beseems it chiefs like us To weep for those who perish thus. Be firm: thy causeless grief restrain, And pay the dues that yet remain.'
Again Vibhishan sadly spoke: * His was the hero 'arm that broke Embattled Gods' and Indra's might, Unconquered ere to-day in fight. He rushed against the'e, fought and fell. As Ocean, when his waters swell, Hurling his might against a rock, Falls spent and shattered by the shock Woe for our king's untimely end, The generous lord the trusty friend: Our sure defence when fear arose, A dreaded scourge to stubborn foes. O, let the king thy hand has slain The honours of the dead obtain.'
Then Rania answered. ' Hatred dies When low in dust the foeman lies. Now triumph bids the conflict cease, And knits us in the bonds of peace. Let funeral rites be duly paid. And be it mine thy toil to aid.'
CANTO CXII.
THE RAKSHAS DAMES.
High rose the universal wail That mourned the monarch's death, and, pale With crushing woe, her hair unbound, Her eyes in floods of sorrow drowned, Forth from the inner chambers came With trembling feet each royal dame. Heedless of those who bade them stay There falling by their husband's side, 1 Ah, King! ah dearest lord! ' they cried.
Like creepers shattered by the storm They threw them on his mangled form.
One to his bleeding bosom crept And lifted up her voice and wept.
About his feet one mourner clung.
Around his neck another hung.
One on the giant's severed head.
Her pearly tears in torrents shed Fast as the drops the summer shower Pours down upon the lotus flower.
' Ah, he whose arm in anger reared The King of Gods and Yama feared.
While panic struck their heavenly train, Lies prostrate in the battle slain.
Thy haughty heart thou wouldst not bend, Nor listen to each wiser friend.
Ah, had the dame, as they implored, Been yielded to her injured lord, We had not mourned this day thy fall, And happy had it been for all.
Then Rama and thy friends content In blissful peace their days had spent.
Thine injured brother had not fled.
Nor giant chiefs and Vanars bled* Yet for these woes we will not blame.
Thy fancy for the Maithil dame, Fate, ruthless Fate, whom none may bend Has urged thee to thy hapless end.'"
CANTO CXIII. MANDODARI'S LAMENT.
While thus they wept, supreme in place, The loveliest for form and face, Mandodari drew near alone, Looked on her lord and made her moan: 4 Ah Monarch, Indra feared to stand In fight before thy conquering hand. From thy dread spear the Immortals ran; And art thou murdered by a man? Ah, 'twas no child of earth, I know, That smote thee with that mortal blow. 'Twas Death himself in Rama's shape, That slew thee: Death whom none escape. Or was it he who rules the skies Who met thee, clothed in man's disguise? Ah no, my lord, not Indra: he In battle ne'er could look on thee. One only God thy match I deem: ' '"was Vishnu's self, the Lord Supreme, Whose da) s through ceaseless time extend And ne'er began and ne'er shall end; He with the discus, shell, and mace, Brought ruin on the giant race. Girt by the Gods of heavon arrayed Like Vanar hosts his strength to aid, Canto THE RAM AY AN.
And slew the king whom Fate had doomed.
iLjanasthan when Kharadied W'th giant legions by his side, JJo mortal was the unconquered foe In Kama's form who struck the blow.
Whin Hanurnan the Vanar came And burnt thy town with hostile flame, I counselled peace in anxious fear: I compelled, hut thou wouldst not hear.
Thy fmcy for the foreign dame Has brought thee death and endless shame.
Why slould thy foolish fancy roam?
Hadst tiou not wives as fair at home?
In beauty, form and grace could she, Dear lord, surpass or rival me?
Now will the aays of iSita glide In tranquil joy by Rama's side: And I — ab me, around me raves A sea of woe with whelming waves.
With thee 'n days of old 1 trod Each spot leloved by nymph and God; I stood with thee in proud delight On Mandar's side and Meru's height; With thee. n\y lord, enchanted strayed In ChaitrarathaV lovely shade, And viewed each fairest scene afar Transported in thy radiant car.
But source of every joy wast thou, And all my bliss is ended now.
Then Rama to Vibhishan cried; ' Whate'er the ritual bids, provide. Obsequial honours duly pay, And these sad mourners1 grief allay, Vibhishan answered, wise and true. For duty's changeless law he knew: ' Nay one who scorned all sacred vows And dared to touch another's spouse, Fell tyrant of the human race, With funeral rites I may not grace.'
Him Raghu's royal son, the best Of those who love the law, addressed: * False was the rover of the night, He loved the wrong arid scorned the right. Yet for the fallen warrior plead The dauntless heart, the valorous deed. Let him who ne'er had brooked defeat, The chief whom Indra feared to meet, The ever-conquering lord, obtain The honours that should grace the slain,' Vibhishan bade his friends prepare The funeral rites with thoughtful care. Himself the royal palace sought Whence sacred fire was quickly brought, With sandal wood and precious scents And pearl and coral ornaments. Wise Brahman s, while the tears that flowed Down their wan cheeks their sorrow sowed, 1 The garden of Kuvera, the God of Riches, Upon a golden litter laid The corpse in finest ropes arrayed. Thereon were flowers and pennons hung. And loud the monarch's praise was sung. Then was the golden litter raised, While holy fire in order blazed. And first in place Vibhishan led The slow procession of the dead. Behind, their cheeks with tears bedewed, Came sad the widowed multitude. Where, raised as Brahmans ordered, stood Piled sandal logs, and scented wood, The body of the king was set High on a deerskin coverlet. Then duly to the monarch's shade The offerings for the dead they paid, And southward on the eastern side An altar formed and lire supplied. Then on the shoulder of the dead The oil and clotted milk were shed. All rites were done as rules ordain: The sacrificial goat was slain. Next on the corpse were perfumes thrown And many a flowery wreath was strown; And with Vibhishan's ready aid Rich vesture o'er the king was laid. Then while the tears their cheeks bedewed Parched grain upon the dead they strewed; Last, to the wood, as rules require, Vibhishan set the kindling fire.
Then having bathed, as texts ordain, To Lanka went the mourning train. Vibhishan, when his task was done, Stood by 'the side of Kaghu's sou. And Rama, freed from every foe, Unstrung at last his deadly bow, And laid the glittering shafts aside, And mail by Indra's love supplied.
CANTO CXIV. VIBHTSHAN CONSECRATED.
Joy reigned in heaven where every eye Had seen the Lord of Lanka die. In cars whose sheen surpassed the sun'8 Triumphant rode the radiant ones; And Ravan's death, by every tongue, And Rama's glorious deeds were sung. They praised the Vanars true and brave, The counsel wise Sugriva gave. The deeds of Hanuman they told, The valiant chief supremety bold, The strong ally, the faithful friend. And Sita's truth which naught could bend, To Matali, whom Indra sent, His head the son of Raghu bent: And be with fiery steeds who clove The clouds again to Swarga drove.
TEE RAMAYAN.
JSook VI Bound King Sugriva brave and true His arms in rapture»R£ma threw, Looked on the host with joy and pride, And thus to noble Lakshman cried: ' Now let king-making drops be shed, Dear brother, on Vibhishan's head For truth and friendship nobly shown, And make him lord of Ravan's throne.' This longing of his heart he told: And Lakshman took an urn of gold And bade the wind -fleet Vanars bring fcea water for the giants' king. The brimming urn was swiftly brought: Then on a throne superbly wrought Vibhishan sat, the giants' lord, And o'er his brows the drops were poured, As Baghu's son the rite beheld His loving heart with rapture swelled: But tenderer thoughts within him woke, And thus to Hanuman he spoke: ' Go to my queen: this message give: Say Lakshman and Sugriva live. The death of Lanka's monarch tell, And bid her joy, for all is well.1 CANTO CXV. SITA'S JOY.
The Vanar chieftain bowed his head, Within the walls of Lanka sped, Leave from the new-made king obtained, And Sita's lovely garden gained. Beneath a tree the queen he found, Where Rakshas warders watched around Her pallid cheek, her tangled hair, Her raiment showed her deep despair. Near and more near the envoy came And gently hailed the weeping dame. She started up in sweet surprise, And sudden joy illumed her eyes. For well the Vanar's voice she knew, And hope reviving sprang and grew.
' Fair Queen,' he said, ' our task is done: The foe is slain and Lanka won. Triumphant mid triumphant friends Kind words of greeting Bama sends. ' Blest for thy sake, O spouse most true, My deadly foe I met and slew. Mine eyes are strangers yet to sleep: I built a bridge athwart the deep And crossed the sea to Lank^s shore To keep the mighty oath I swore. . Now, gentle love, thy cares dispel, And weep no more, for attifr-well. Fear not in Bavan's house to stay, For good Vibhishan now bears sway, For constant truth and friendship known: Begard his palace as thine own.'
He greets thee thus thy heart to cheer Ana urged by love will soon be here.'
Then flushed with joy the lady's cleek, Her eyes o'erfiWed, her voice was weak; But struggling with her sobs she broke Her silence thus, and faintly spoke. * So fast the flood of rapture came, My trembling tongue no words coulcJf rame, Ne'er have I heard in days of blisa A tale that gave such joy as this. More precious far than gems ana gold Tfoe message which thy lips hav« told.'
His reverent hands the Vanarraised And thus the lady's answer prased: 'Sweet are the words, O Queen, vhichthou True to thy lord, hast spoken row, Better than gems and pearls of price, Yea, or the throne of Paradise. But, lady, ere I leave this pla«e, Grant me, I pray, a single gnce. Permit me, and this vengeful hand Shall slay thy guards, this Eakshas band, Whose cruel insult threat aid scorn Thy gentle soul too long has borne.'
Thus, stern of mood, Hanuman cried: The Maithil lady thus replied: ' Nay, be not wroth with servants: they, When monarchs bid must needs obey, And, vassals of their lords, fulfil Each fancy of their sovereign will. To mine own sins the blame impute, For as we sow we reap the fruit. The tyrant's will these dames obeyed When their fierce threats my soul dis- mayed,' She ceased: with admiration moved The Vanar chief her words approved: ' Thy speech,' he cried, ' is worthy one Whom love has linked to Kaghu's son. Now speak, O Queen, that I may know Thy pleasure, for to him I go.' The Vanar ceased: then Janak's child Made answer as she sweetly smiled: * My first, my only wish can be, O chief, my loving lord to see.' Again the Vanar envoy spoke, And with his words new rapture woke: 'Queen, ere this sun shall cease to shine Thy Rama's eyes shall look in thine. Again the lord of Kaghu's race Shall turn to thee his moon-bright face. His faithful brother shall thou see And every friend who fought for thee. And greet once more thy king restored Like £achi l to her heavenly lord.' To Baghu's son his steps he bent And told the message that she sent.
The consort of Indra, Canto CXVfL THE RAM A VAN.
CANTO CXVI.
THE MEETING.
He looked upon that archer chief Whose full eye mocked the lotus leaf, And thus the noble Vanar spake: 1 Now meet the queen for whose dear sake Thy mighty task was first begun, And now the glorious fruit is won. Overwhelmed with woe thy lady lies, The hot tears streaming from her eyes. And still the queen must long and pine Until those eyes be turned to thine.'
But Rama stood in pensive mood, And gathering tears his eyes bedewed. His sad looks sought the ground: he sighed And thus to King Vibhishan cried: ' Let Sita bathe and tire her head And hither to my sight be led In raiment sweet with precious scent, And gay with golden ornament.'
The Rakshas king his palace sought, And Sita from her bower was brought. Then Rakshas bearers tall and strong, Selected from the menial throng, Through Lanka's gate the queen, arrayed lu glorious robes and gems, conveyed. [Concealed behind the silken screen, Swift to the plain they bore the queen, While Vanars, close on every side, With eager looks the litter eyed. The warders at Vibhiahan's best The onward rushing throng repressed, While like the roar of ocean loud Rose the wild murmur of the crowd. The son of Raghu saw and moved With anger thus the king reproved: * Why vex with hasty blow and threat The Vanars, and my rights forget? Repress this zeal, untimely shown: I count this people as mine own. A woman's guard is not her bower, The lofty wall, the fenced tower: Her conduct is her best defence, And not a king's magnificence. At holy rites, in war and woe, Her face unveiled a dame may show; When at the Maiden's Choice J they meet, When marriage troops parade the street. And she, my queen, who long has lain 1 The Swayamvara, Self-choice or elec- tion of a husband by a princess or daughter of a Kshatriya at a public assembly of Euitors held for the purpose. For a descrip- tion of the ceremony see Nala and Bama- yanti an episode of the Mahabharat trans- lated by the late Dean Milman, and Idylls from the Santkritt In prison racked with care and pain, May cease a while her face to hide, For is not Rama by her side? Lay down the litter: on her feet Let Sita come her lord to meet, And let the hosts of woodland race Look near upon the lady's face.'
Then Lakshman and each Vanar chief Who heard his words were filled with grief. The lady's gentle spirit sank, And from each eye in fear she shrank, As, her sweet eyelids vailed for shame, Slowly before her lord she came. While rapture battled with surprise She raised to his her wistful eyes. Then with her doubt and fear she strove, And from her breast all sorrow drove. Regardless of the gathering crowd, Bright as the moon without a cloud, She bent her eyes, no longer dim. Ill joy and trusting love OQ him, CANTO CXVII.
SITA'S DISGRACE.
He saw her trembling by his side, And looked upon her face and cried: 1 Lady, at length my task is done, And thou, the prize of war, art, won, This arm my glory has retrieved, And all that man might do achieved; The insulting foe in battle slain And cleared mine honour from its stain.
This day has made my name renowned And with success my labour crowned.
Lord of myself, the oath I swore Is binding on my soul no more.
If from my home my queen was reft, This arm has well avenged the theft, And in the field has wiped away The blot that on mine honour lay.
The bridge that spans the foaming flood, The city red with giants' blood; The hosts by King Sugriva led Who wisely counselled, fought and bled; Vibhishan's love, our guide and stay — All these are crowned with fruit to-day.
But, lady, 'twas not love for thee That led mine army o'er the sea.
'Twas not for thee our blood was shed, Or Lanka filled with giant dead.
No fond affection for my wife Inspired me in the hour of strife.
I battled to avenge the cause Of honour and insulted laws.
My love is fled, for on thy fame Lies the dark blot of sin and shame; And thou-art hateful as the light TEE RAMAYAN.
Boole T That flashes on the injured eight. The world is all before thee: flee: Go where thou wilt, but not with me. How should my home receive again A mistress soiled with deathless stain? How should I brook the foul disgrace, Scorned by my friends and all my race? For Ravan bore thee through the sky, And fixed on thine his evil eye. About thy waist his arms he threw, Close to his breast his captive drew, And kept thee, vassal of his power, An inmate of his ladies' bower.'
CANTO CXVIII.
SITA'S REPLY.
Struck down with overwhelming shame She shrank within her trembling frame. Eacli word of Rama's like a dart Had pierced the lady to the heart; And from her sweet eyes unrestrained The torrent of her sorrows rained. Her weeping eyes at length she dried, And thus mid 'choking sobs replied: •Canst thou, a high-born prince, dismiss A high-born dame with speech like this? Such words bent the meanest hind, Not princely birth and generous mind. By all my virtuous life I swear I am not what thy words declare. If some are faithless, wilt thou find No love and truth in womankind? Doubt others if thou wilt, but own The truth which all my life has shown. If, when the giant seized his prey, Within his hated arms I lay, And felt the grasp I dreaded, blame Fate and the robber, not thy dame. What could a helpless woman do? My heart was mine and still was true. Why when Hanuman sent by thee Sought Lanka's town across the sea, Couldst thou not give, O lord of men, Thy sentence of rejection then? Then in the presence of the chief Death, ready death, had brought relief, Nor had I nursed in woe and pain This lingering life, alas in vain. Then hadst thou shunned the fruitless strife Nor jeopardied thy noble life, But spared thy friends and bold allies Their vain and weary enterprise.
Is all forgotten, all? my birth, Named Janak's child, from fostering earth? That day of triumph when a maid My trembling hand in thine I laid? My meek obedience to thy will, Mv faithful InvP thrniKrh'inv nnrl ill That never failed at duty's call— 0 King, is all forgotten, all?'
To Lakshman then she turned and spo While sobs and sighs her utterance brok * Sumitra's son, a pile prepare, 'My refuge in my dark despair.
1 will not live to* bear this weight Of shame, forlorn and desolate. The kindled fire my woes shall end And be my best and surest friend.'
His mournful eyes the hero raised And wistfully on 'Rama gazed, In whose stern look no ruth was seen, No mercy for the weeping queen. No chieftain dared to meet those eyes, To pray, to question or advise.
The word was passed, the wood was pil And fain to die stood Janak's child. She slowly paced around her lord, The Gods with reverent act adored, Then raising suppliant hands the dame Prayed humbly to the Lord of Flame; ' As this fond heart by virtue swayed From Raghu's son has never strayed, So, universal witness, Fire Protect my body on the pyre, As Raghu's son has idly laid This charge on Sita, hear and aid.'
8he ceased: and fearless to the last Withim the flame's wild fury passed. Then rose a piercing cry from all Dames, children, men, who saw her fall Adorned with gems and gay attire Beneath the fury of the tire.
CANTO CXIX.
GLORY TO VISHNU.