Book Vi. Canto Lxx. The Death Of Tris'iras
Canto Lxx.: The Death Of Tris'IRAS.
Then raged the Rkshas chiefs, and all
Burned to avenge Narntak's fall.
Devntak raised his club on high
And rushed at Angad with a cry.
Behind came Tris'iras, and near
Mahodar charged with levelled spear.
There Angad stood to fight with three:
High o'er his head he waved a tree,
And at Devntak, swift and true
As Indra's flaming bolt, it flew.
But, cut by giant shafts in twain,
With minished force it flew in vain.
A shower of trees and blocks of stone
From Angad's hand was fiercely thrown;
But well his club Devntak plied
And turned each rock and tree aside.
Nor yet, by three such foes assailed,
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The heart of Angad sank or quailed.
He slew the mighty beast that bore
Mahodar: from his head he tore
A bleeding tusk, and blow on blow
Fell fiercely on his Rkshas foe.
The giant reeled, but strength regained,
And furious strokes on Angad rained,
Who, wounded by the storm of blows,
Sank on his knees, but swiftly rose.
Then Tris'iras, as up he sprang,
Drew his great bow with awful clang,
And fixed three arrows from his sheaf
Full in the forehead of the chief.
Hanmn saw, nor long delayed
To speed with Nla to his aid,
Who at the three-faced giant sent
A peak from Lank's mountain rent.
But Tris'iras with certain aim
Shot rapid arrows as it came:
And shivered by their force it broke
And fell to earth with flash and smoke.
Then as the Wind-God's son came nigh,
Devntak reared his mace on high.
Hanmn smote him on the head
And stretched the monstrous giant dead.
Fierce Tris'iras with fury strained
His bow, and showers of arrows rained
That smote on Nla's side and chest:
He sank a moment, sore distressed;
But quickly gathered strength to seize
A mountain with its crown of trees.
Crushed by the hill, distained with gore,
Mahodar fell to rise no more.
Then Tris'iras raised high his spear
Which chilled the trembling foe with fear
And, like a flashing meteor through
The air at Hanmn it flew.
The Vnar shunned the threatened stroke,
And with strong hands the weapon broke.
The giant drew his glittering blade:
Dire was the wound the weapon made
Deep in the Vnar's ample chest,
Who, for a moment sore oppressed,
Raised his broad hand, regaining might,
And struck the rover of the night.
Fierce was the blow: with one wild yell
Low on the earth the monster fell,
Hanmn seized his fallen sword
Which served no more its senseless lord,
And from the monger triple-necked
Smote his huge heads with crowns bedecked.
Then Mahprs'va burned with ire;
Fierce flashed his eyes with vengeful fire.
A moment on the dead he gazed,
Then his black mace aloft was raised,
And down the mass of iron came
That struck and shook the Vnar's frame.
Hanmn's chest was wellnigh crushed,
And from his mouth red torrents gushed:
Yet served one instant to restore
His spirit: from the foe he tore
His awful mace, and smote, and laid
The giant in the dust dismayed.
Crushed were his jaws and teeth and eyes:
Breathless and still he lay as lies
A summit from a mountain rent
By him who rules the firmament.
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