Book Vi. Canto Lxii. R'avan's Request
Canto Lxii: Rvan'S Request
Along bright Lank's royal road
The giant, roused from slumber, strode,
While from the houses on his head
A rain of fragrant flowers was shed.
He reached the monarch's gate whereon
Rich gems and golden fretwork shone.
Through court and corridor that shook
Beneath his tread his way he took,
And stood within the chamber where
His brother sat in dark despair.
But sudden, at the grateful sight
The monarch's eye again grew bright.
He started up, forgot his fear,
And drew his giant brother near.
The younger pressed the elder's feet
And paid the King observance meet,
Then cried: 'O Monarch, speak thy will,
And let my care thy word fulfil.
What sudden terror and dismay
Have burst the bonds in which I lay?'
Fierce flashed the flame from Rvan's eye.
As thus in wrath he made reply:
' Fair time, I ween, for sleep is this,
To lull thy soul in tranquil bliss,
Unheeding, in oblivion drowned,
The dangers that our lives surround.
Brave Rma, Das'aratha's son,
A passage o'er the sea has won,
And, with the Vnar monarch's aid.
Round Lank's walls his hosts arrayed.
Though never in the deadly field
My Rkshas troops were known to yield,
The bravest of the giant train
Have fallen by the Vnars slain.
Hence comes my fear. O fierce and brave,
Go forth, our threatened Lank' save.
Go forth, a dreadful vengeance take:
For this, O chief, I bade thee wake.
The Gods and trembling fiends have felt
The furious blows thine arm has dealt.
Earth has no warrior, heaven has none
To match thy might, Paulastya's eon,'
Along bright Lank's royal road
The giant, roused from slumber, strode,
While from the houses on his head
A rain of fragrant flowers was shed.
He reached the monarch's gate whereon
Rich gems and golden fretwork shone.
Through court and corridor that shook
Beneath his tread his way he took,
And stood within the chamber where
His brother sat in dark despair.
But sudden, at the grateful sight
The monarch's eye again grew bright.
He started up, forgot his fear,
And drew his giant brother near.
The younger pressed the elder's feet
And paid the King observance meet,
Then cried: 'O Monarch, speak thy will,
And let my care thy word fulfil.
What sudden terror and dismay
Have burst the bonds in which I lay?'
Fierce flashed the flame from Rvan's eye.
As thus in wrath he made reply:
' Fair time, I ween, for sleep is this,
To lull thy soul in tranquil bliss,
Unheeding, in oblivion drowned,
The dangers that our lives surround.
Brave Rma, Das'aratha's son,
A passage o'er the sea has won,
And, with the Vnar monarch's aid.
Round Lank's walls his hosts arrayed.
Though never in the deadly field
My Rkshas troops were known to yield,
The bravest of the giant train
Have fallen by the Vnars slain.
Hence comes my fear. O fierce and brave,
Go forth, our threatened Lank' save.
Go forth, a dreadful vengeance take:
For this, O chief, I bade thee wake.
The Gods and trembling fiends have felt
The furious blows thine arm has dealt.
Earth has no warrior, heaven has none
To match thy might, Paulastya's eon,'
