THE RÁMÁYAN OF VÁLMÍKI, VOL. III - Gujarat Knowledge Centre

262 THE RjfMA'YAN. Book III.
Shot from the bow he loves .to hold,
Will rend thy frame from flank to flank
As Ganga's waves erode the bank.
Though neither God nor fiend have power
To slay thee in the battle hour,
Yet from his hand shall come thy fate,
Struck down before his vengeful hate.
That mighty lord will strike and end
The days of life thou hast to spend.
Thy days are doomed, thy life is sped
Like victim's to the pillar led.
Yea, if the glance of Rsima bright
With fury on thy form should light,
Thoji scorched this day wouldst fall and die
Like Kama slain by Rudra's eye.
He who from heaven the moon could throw,
Or bid its bright rays cease to glow,
He who could drain the mighty sea
Will set his darling Sit^ free.
Fled is thy life, thy glory; fled
Thy strength and power : each sense is dead.
Soon Lanka widowed by thy guilt
Will see the blood of giants spilt.
This wicked deed, O cruel King,
No triumph, no delight will bring.
Thou with outrageous 'might and scorn
A woman from her lord hast torn.
My glorious husband far away,
Making heroic strength his stay.
Dwells with his- brother; void of fear.
In Dandak forest lone and drear.
No more in force of arms confide
That haughty strength, that power and pride
' See Book I, Canto XXV.