VirÁdha with a fearful shout That echoed through the wood, cried out: “What men are ye, I bid you say, And whither would ye bend your way?” To him whose mouth shot fiery flame The hero told his race and name: “Two Warriors, nobly bred, are we, And through this wood we wander free. But who art thou, how born and styled, Who roamest here in Da??ak's wild?” To RÁma, bravest of the brave, His answer thus VirÁdha gave: “Hear, Raghu's son, and mark me well, And I my name and race will tell. Of ?atahradÁ born, I spring From Java as my sire, O King: Me, of this lofty lineage, all Giants on earth VirÁdha call. The rites austere I long maintained From BrahmÁ's grace the boon have gained To bear a charmed frame which ne'er Weapon or shaft may pierce or tear. Go as ye came, untouched by fear, And leave with me this woman here: Go, swiftly from my presence fly, Or by this hand ye both shall die.” Then RÁma with his fierce eyes red With fury to the giant said: “Woe to thee, sinner, fond and weak, Who madly thus thy death wilt seek! Stand, for it waits thee in the fray: With life thou ne'er shalt flee away.” He spoke, and raised the cord whereon A pointed arrow flashed and shone, Then, wild with anger, from his bow, He launched the weapon on the foe. Seven times the fatal cord he drew, And forth seven rapid arrows flew, Shafts winged with gold that left the wind And e'en Supar?a's406 self behind. Full on the giant's breast they smote, And purpled like the peacock's throat, Passed through his mighty bulk and came To earth again like flakes of flame. The fiend the Maithil dame unclasped; In his fierce hand his spear he grasped, And wild with rage, pierced through and through, At RÁma and his brother flew. So loud the roar which chilled with fear, So massy was the monster's spear, He seemed, like Indra's flagstaff, dread As the dark God who rules the dead. On huge VirÁdha fierce as He407 Who smites, and worlds have ceased to be, The princely brothers poured amain Their fiery flood of arrowy rain. Unmoved he stood, and opening wide His dire mouth laughed unterrified, And ever as the monster gaped Those arrows from his jaws escaped. Preserving still his life unharmed, By BrahmÁ's saving promise charmed, His mighty spear aloft in air He raised, and rushed upon the pair. From RÁma's bow two arrows flew And cleft that massive spear in two, [pg 232]Dire as the flaming levin sent From out the cloudy firmament. Cut by the shafts he guided well To earth the giant's weapon fell: As when from Meru's summit, riven By fiery bolts, a rock is driven. Then swift his sword each warrior drew, Like a dread serpent black of hue, And gathering fury for the blow Rushed fiercely on the giant foe. Around each prince an arm he cast, And held the dauntless heroes fast: Then, though his gashes gaped and bled, Bearing the twain he turned and fled. Then R
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