The Ramayan by Valmiki

Their threats unfeared, their counsel spurned, The demons' breasts with fury burned. Some sought the giant king to bear The tale of Sita's fixt despair. With threats and taunts renewed the rest Around the weeping lady pressed. But Trijata, of softer mould, A Rakshas matron wise and old, With pity for the captive moved, In words like these the fiends reproved: "Me, me," she cried, "eat me, but spare The spouse of Dasaratha's heir. Last night I dreamt a dream; and still The fear and awe my bosom chill; For in that dream I saw foreshown Our race by Rama's hand o'erthrown. I saw a chariot high in air, Of ivory exceeding fair. A hundred steeds that chariot drew As swiftly through the clouds it flew, And, clothed in white, with wreaths that shone, The sons of Raghu rode thereon. I looked and saw this lady here, Clad in the purest white, appear High on the snow white hill whose feet The angry waves of ocean beat. And she and Rama met at last Like light and sun when night is past. Again I saw them side by side. On Ravan's car they seemed to ride, And with the princely Lakshman flee To northern realms beyond the sea. Then Ravan, shaved and shorn, besmeared With oil from head to foot, appeared. He quaffed, he raved: his robes were red: Fierce was his eye, and bare his head. I saw him from his chariot thrust; I saw him rolling in the dust. A woman came and dragged away The stricken giant where he lay, And on a car which asses drew The monarch of our race she threw. He rose erect, he danced and laughed, With thirsty lips the oil he quaffed, Then with wild eyes and streaming mouth Sped on the chariot to the south. Then, dropping oil from every limb, His sons the princes followed him, And Kumbhakarna, shaved and shorn, Was southward on a camel borne. Then royal Lanka reeled and fell With gate and tower and citadel. This ancient city, far-renowned: All life within her walls was drowned; And the wild waves of ocean rolled O'er Lanka and her streets of gold. Warned by these signs I bid you fly; Or by the hand of Rama die, Whose vengeance will not spare the life Of one who vexed his faithful wife. Your bitter taunts and threats forgo: Comfort the lady in her woe, And humbly pray her to forgive; For so you may be spared and live."