The Ramayan

The piteous tears his eye bedewed As thus his speech the bird renewed; "Alas my brother, slain in fight By Ravan's unresisted might! I, old and wingless, weak and worn, O'er his sad fate can only mourn. Fled is my youth: in life's decline My former strength no more is mine. Once on the day when Vritra died, We brothers, in ambitious pride, Sought, mounting with adventurous flight, The Day-God garlanded with light. On, ever on we urged our way Where fields of ether round us lay, Till, by the fervent heat assailed, My brother's pinions flagged and failed. I marked his sinking strength, and spread My stronger wings to screen his head, Till, all my feathers burnt away, On Vindhya's hill I fell and lay. There in my lone and helpless state I heard not of my brother's fate."

Thus King Sampati spoke and sighed: And royal Angad thus replied: "If, brother of Jatayus, thou Hast heard the tale I told but now, Obedient to mine earnest prayer The dwelling of that fiend declare. O, say where cursed Ravan dwells, Whom folly to his death impels."