The Ramayan

Soon as the fiend had set her down Within his home in Lanka's town Triumph and joy filled Indra's breast, Whom thus the Eternal Sire addressed: "This deed will free the worlds from woe And cause the giants' overthrow. The fiend has borne to Lanka's isle The lady of the lovely smile, True consort born to happy fate With features fair and delicate. She looks and longs for Rama's face, But sees a crowd of demon race, And guarded by the giant's train Pines for her lord and weeps in vain. But Lanka founded on a steep Is girdled by the mighty deep, And how will Rama know his fair And blameless wife is prisoned there? She on her woe will sadly brood And pine away in solitude, And heedless of herself, will cease To live, despairing of release. Yes, pondering on her fate, I see Her gentle life in jeopardy. Go, Indra, swiftly seek the place, And look upon her lovely face. Within the city make thy way: Let heavenly food her spirit stay."

Thus Brahma spake: and He who slew The cruel demon Paka, flew Where Lanka's royal city lay, And Sleep went with him on his way. "Sleep," cried the heavenly Monarch, "close Each giant's eye in deep repose."