Book I. Canto Lxxv. The Parle Canto Lxxv.: The Parle. 'Heroic Rma, men proclaim The marvels of thy matchless fame,And I from loud-voiced rumour know the exploit of the broken bow, Yea, bent and broken, mighty Chief, A feat most wondrous, past belief.Stirred by thy fame thy face I sought: A peerless bow I too have brought. This mighty weapon, strong and dire, Great Jamadagni owned, my sire. Draw with its shaft my father's bow, And thus thy might, O Rma, show.This proof of prowess let me see-- The weapon bent and drawn by thee; Then single fight our strength shall try, And this shall raise thy glory high.'King Das'aratha heard with dread The boastful speech, and thus he said, Raising his hands in suppliant guise,With pallid cheek and timid eyes: 'Forgetful of the bloody feud Ascetic toils hast thou pursued; Then, Brhman, let thy children be Untroubled and from danger free. Sprung of the race of Bhrigu, who Read holy lore, to vows most true,Thou swearest to the Thousand-eyed And thy fierce axe was cast aside.Thou turnedst to thy rites away Leaving the earth to Kayap's sway,And wentest far a grove to seek Beneath Mahendra's mountain peak. 1 Now, mighty Hermit, art thou here To slay us all with doom severe? For if alone my Rma fall, We share his fate and perish all.'As thus the aged sire complained The mighty chief no answer deigned.To Rma only thus he cried: 'Two bows, the Heavenly Artist's pride, Celestial, peerless, vast, and strong, By all the worlds were honoured long. One to the Three-eyed God 1b was given, By glory to the conflict driven,Thus armed fierce Tripura he slew: And then by thee 'twas burst in two. The second bow, which few may brave, The highest Gods to Vishnu gave. This bow I hold; before it fall The foeman's fenced tower and wall.Then prayed the Gods the Sire Most High Bv some unerring proof to try Were praise for might Lord Vishnu's due, Or his whose Neck is stained with Blue. 2b The mighty Sire their wishes knew,And he whose lips are ever true Caused the two Gods to meet as foes.Then fierce the rage of battle rose: Bristled in dread each starting hair As S'iva strove with Vishnu there. But Vishnu raised his voice amain. And S'iva's bowstring twanged in vain;Its master of the Three bright Eyes Stood fixt in fury and surprise. Then all the dwellers in the sky, Minstrel, and saint, and God drew nigh, And prayed them that the strife might cease, And the great rivals met in peace. 'Twas seen how S'iva's bow has failed Unnerved, when Vishnu's might assailed,And Gods and heavenly sages thence To Vishnu gave preeminence.Then glorious S'iva in his rage Gave it to Devart the sage Who ruled Videha's fertile land, To pass it down from hand to hand. But this my bow, whose shafts smite down The foeman's fenced tower and town,To great Richika Vishnu lent To be a pledge and ornament, Then Jamadagni, Brhman dread, My sire, the bow inherited.But Arjun stooped to treachery vile And slew my noble sire by guile, Whose penance awful strength had gained, Whose hand the God-given bow retained. p. 87I heard indignant how he fell By mournful fate, too sad to tell.My vengeful fury since that time Scourges all Warriors for the crime.As generations spring to life I war them down in endless strife. All earth I brought beneath my sway,And gave it for his meed and pay To holy Kas'yap, when of yore The rites performed by him were o'er.Then to Mahendra's hill I turned Strong in the strength that penance earned,And toiled upon his lofty head By Gods immortal visited.The breaking of the bow I knew From startled Gods conversing, through The airy regions, of thy deed, And hither came with swiftest speed. Now, for thy Warrior's honour sake,This best of bows, O Rma, take: This, owned by Vishnu's self of old, My sire and grandsire loved to hold. Drawn to its head upon the string, One town-destroying arrow bring; If this thou can, O hero, I In single fight thy strength will try.'Footnotes 86:1 'The author of the "Raghuvams'a " places the mountain Mahendra in the territory of the king of the Kalingans, whose palace commanded a view of the ocean. It is well known that the country along the coast to the south of the mouths of the Ganges was the seat of this people. Hence it may be suspected that this Mahendra is what Pliny calls "promontorium Calingon ". The modern name, "Cape Palmyras ", from the palmyras Borassus flabelliformis, which abound there agrees remarkably with the description of the poet who speaks of the groves of these trees. "Raghuvansa ", VI. 51.' Schlegel. 86: 1b S'iva 86:2b S'iva. God of the Azure Neck.
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