The Ramayan

Maricha thus in wild unrest With bitter words the king addressed. Then to his giant lord in dread, "Arise, and let us go," he said. "Ah, I have met that mighty lord Armed with his shafts and bow and sword, And if again that bow he bend Our lives that very hour will end. For none that warrior can provoke And think to fly his deadly stroke. Like Yama with his staff is he, And his dread hand will slaughter thee. What can I more? My words can find No passage to thy stubborn mind. I go, great King, thy task to share, And may success attend thee there."

With that reply and bold consent The giant king was well content. He strained Maricha to his breast And thus with joyful words addressed: "There spoke a hero dauntless still, Obedient to his master's will, Maricha's proper self once more: Some other took thy shape before. Come, mount my jewelled car that flies. Will-governed, through the yielding skies. These asses, goblin-faced, shall bear Us quickly through the fields of air. Attract the lady with thy shape, Then through the wood, at will, escape. And I, when she has no defence, Will seize the dame and bear her thence."