The Ramayan

King Guha saw the host spread o'er The wide expanse of Ganga's shore, With waving flag and pennon graced, And to his followers spoke in haste: "A mighty army meets my eyes, That rivals Ocean's self in size: Where'er I look my very mind No limit to the host can find. Sure Bharat with some evil thought His army to our land has brought. See, huge of form, his flag he rears, That like an Ebony-tree appears. He comes with bonds to take and chain, Or triumph o'er our people slain: And after, Rama will he slay,-- Him whom his father drove away: The power complete he longs to gain, And--task too hard--usurp the reign. So Bharat comes with wicked will His brother Rama's blood to spill. But Rama's slave and friend am I; He is my lord and dear ally. Keep here your watch in arms arrayed Near Ganga's flood to lend him aid, And let my gathered servants stand And line with troops the river strand. Here let the river keepers meet, Who flesh and roots and berries eat; A hundred fishers man each boat Of the five hundred here afloat, And let the youthful and the strong Assemble in defensive throng. But yet, if, free from guilty thought 'Gainst Rama, he this land have sought, The prince's happy host to-day Across the flood shall make its way."

He spoke: then bearing in a dish A gift of honey, meat, and fish, The king of the Nishadas drew Toward Bharat for an interview. When Bharat's noble charioteer Observed the monarch hastening near, He duly, skilled in courteous lore, The tidings to his master bore: "This aged prince who hither bends His footsteps with a thousand friends, Knows, firm ally of Rama, all That may in Dandak wood befall: Therefore, Kakutstha's son, admit The monarch, as is right and fit: For doubtless he can clearly tell Where Rama now and Lakshman dwell."