Scene 37
Part 2: The Ramayan of Valmiki · Act 6: Book 6
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Lords of the legions of the wood, The chieftains with Vibhishan stood, And, strangers in the foeman's land, Their hopes and fears in council scanned: "See, see where Lanka's towers ascend, Which Ravan's power and might defend, Which Gods, Gandharvas, fiends would fail To conquer, if they durst assail. How shall our legions pass within, The city of the foe to win, With massive walls and portals barred Which Ravan keeps with surest guard?" With anxious looks the walls they eyed: And sage Vibhishan thus replied: "These lords of mine can answer: they Within the walls have found their way, The foeman's plan and order learned, And hither to my side returned. Now, Rama, let my tongue declare How Ravan's hosts are stationed there. Prahasta heads, in warlike state, His legions at the eastern gate. To guard the southern portal stands Mahodar, girt by Rakshas bands, Where mighty Mahaparsva, sent By Ravan's hest, his aid has lent. Guard of the gate that fronts the west Is valiant Indrajit, the best Of warriors, Ravan's joy and pride; And by the youthful chieftain's side Are giants, armed for fierce attacks With sword and mace and battle-axe. North, where approach is dreaded most, The king, encompassed with a host Of giants trained in war, whose hands Wield maces, swords and lances, stands. All these are chiefs whom Ravan chose As mightiest to resist his foes; And each a countless army leads With elephants and cars and steeds."
Then Rama, while his spirit burned For battle, words like these returned: "The eastern gate be Nila's care, Opponent of Prahasta there. The southern gate, with troops arrayed Let Angad, Bali's son, invade. The gate that fronts the falling sun Shall be by brave Hanuman won; Soon through its portals shall he lead His myriads of Vanar breed. The gate that fronts the north shall be Assailed by Lakshman and by me, For I myself have sworn to kill The tyrant who delights in ill. Armed with the boon which Brahma gave, The Gods of heaven he loves to brave, And through the trembling worlds he flies, Oppressor of the just and wise. Thou, Jambavan, and thou, O King Of Vanars, all your bravest bring, And with your hosts in dense array Straight to the centre force your way. But let no Vanar in the storm Disguise him in a human form, Ye chiefs who change your shapes at will, Retain your Vanar semblance still. Thus, when we battle with the foe, Both men and Vanars will ye know, In human form will seven appear; Myself, my brother Lakshman here; Vibhishan, and the four he led From Lanka's city when he fled."