ddress;
And all the Gods thy deed will bless."

He bowed; he brought the glorious car
Whose tinkling bells were heard afar;
Fair as the sun of morning, bright
With gold and pearl and lazulite.
He yoked the steeds of tawny hue
That swifter than the tempest flew.
Then down the slope of heaven he hied
And stayed the car by Rama's side.
"Ascend, O Chief," he humbly cried,
"The chariot which the Gods provide.
The mighty bow of Indra see,
Sent by the Gods who favour thee;
Behold this coat of glittering mail,
And spear and shafts which never fail."

Cheered by the grace the Immortals showed
The chieftain on the chariot rode.
Then as the car-borne warriors met
The awful fight raged fiercer yet.
Each shaft that Ravan shot became
A serpent red with kindled flame,
And round the limbs of Rama hung
With fiery jaws and quivering tongue.
But every serpent fled dismayed
When Raghu's valiant son displayed
The weapon of the Feathered King,(998)
And loosed his arrows from the string.
But Ravan armed his bow anew,
And showers of shafts at Rama flew,
While the fierce king in swift career
Smote with a dart the charioteer.
An arrow shot by Ravan's hand
Laid the proud banner on the sand,
And Indra's steeds of heavenly strain
Fell by the iron tempest slain.
On Gods and spirits of the air
Fell terror, trembling, and despair.
The sea's white billows mounted high
With froth and foam to drench the sky.
The sun by lurid clouds was veiled,
The friendly lights of heaven were paled;
And, fiercely gleaming, fiery Mars
Opposed the beams of gentler stars.

Then Rama's eyes with fury blazed
As Indra's heavenly spear he raised.
Loud rang the bells: the glistering head
Bright flashes through the region shed.
Down came the spear in swift descent:
The giant's lance was crushed and bent.
Then Ravan's horses brave and fleet
Fell dead beneath his arrowy sleet.
Fierce on his foeman Rama pressed,
And gored with shafts his mighty breast.
And spouting streams of crimson dyed
The weary giant's limbs and side.

[I omit Cantos CIV and CV in which the fight is renewed and Ravan severely
reprimands his charioteer for timidity and want of confidence in his
master's prowess, and orders him to charge straight at Rama on the next
occasion.]

Canto CVI. Glory To The Sun.

There faint and bleeding fast, apart
Stood Ravan raging in his heart.
Then, moved with ruth for Rama's sake,
Agastya(999) came and gently spake:
"Bend, Rama, be