Yuddha Kanda · Sarga 92 of 128 · 68 verses
Ravana Rushes to Kill Sita
Ravana’s ministers, learning of Indrajit’s death, hurry to tell him: great king, your radiant son has been killed in battle by Lakshmana, with Vibhishana’s help, while we watched. The hero met a hero; never defeated in battle, your son, conqueror of the gods, having sated Lakshmana with arrows, has gone to the highest worlds. Hearing of his son’s terrible death, Ravana falls into a deep swoon; recovering after a long time, wretched, overwhelmed by grief, he laments: ah, my child, chief of the rakshasa army, mighty one, how have you, who conquered Indra, fallen into Lakshmana’s power? Enraged, you could split Death and the Ender with your arrows, even the peaks of Mandara, let alone Lakshmana. Today King Vaivasvata stands higher in my esteem, who has joined you to death. This is the path of good warriors, even among the gods: he who is killed for his master goes to heaven. Today all the gods, the world guardians and the great sages, hearing that Indrajit is dead, will sleep easily without fear. Without Indrajit alone, the three worlds and the whole earth with its forests seem empty to me. Today I will hear in the inner palace the wailing of the nairrita girls like the cry of a herd of she-elephants in a mountain cave. Leaving the princely rank, Lanka, the rakshasas, your mother, me and your wives, where have you gone? It was you, hero, who should have done my funeral rites when I went to Yama’s abode; you are doing the opposite. While Sugriva, Lakshmana and Raghava live, where have you gone, leaving us, without drawing out my dart?
Great anger born of his son’s death enters Ravana, already angry by nature, as the sun’s rays inflame the sun in summer. Knitted brows on his forehead, he is like the ocean at the end of an age with its monsters and great waves; from his yawning mouth fire and smoke burst out as from Vritra’s mouth. Burning, overcome by rage, the hero decides in his mind to kill the Vaidehi. His eyes, red by nature, blaze redder with the fire of anger; his form, terrible by nature, becomes unapproachable like angry Rudra’s; tears fall from his eyes like burning drops of oil from lamps; his teeth grind like a machine pulled by danavas churning. Wherever he looks, like the fire of Time, the rakshasas hide in terror; none dares approach him, like Death eager to devour all. He says to the rakshasas, to steady them for battle: I practised supreme austerities for thousands of years and pleased the Self-born again and again; through those austerities and his grace I have no fear from asuras or gods. The armour Brahma gave me, bright as the sun, was never cut by thunderbolt blows in the wars of gods and asuras; wearing it, standing in my chariot in battle, who could face me, even Purandara himself? Let my terrible bow with its arrows, given by the Self-born in his pleasure in the wars of gods and asuras, be brought out today with the sound of hundreds of instruments, to kill Rama and Lakshmana in the great battle.
Then, burning, cruel, he resolves to kill Sita. Looking at the night-wanderers, he says wretchedly: to deceive the forest-dwellers my child, by illusion, killed something and showed it as Sita. I will make it true, for my own pleasure: I will destroy the Vaidehi, devoted to that low kshatriya. He seizes his sword, bright as the clear sky, and rushes out with his wife and ministers, mad with grief, to where Maithili is. The rakshasas roar like lions and say to each other: today the two brothers will be shaken to see him; in his anger he defeated the four world guardians and many other enemies; he enjoys the jewels of the three worlds; there is none like him on earth in valour and strength. While they talk, Ravana, frenzied with rage, rushes at the Vaidehi in the Ashoka grove, held back by well-wishing friends, like a planet rushing at Rohini in the sky.
Guarded by the rakshasis, blameless Maithili sees the furious rakshasa with his fine sword, refusing to turn back though his friends try again and again to stop him, and in anguish she laments: the way he rushes at me in anger, this evil-minded one will kill me as if I had no protector, though I have one. Many times he urged me, “Be my wife”; I surely refused him; now, plainly in despair at my refusal, overcome with anger and delusion, he is ready to kill me. Or else the two tigers among men, Rama and Lakshmana, have been struck down in battle today by this ignoble one because of me; I heard a great, terrible roar of many rakshasas shouting joyfully. Alas, shame on me: this destruction of the princes is because of me. Or else, grieving for his son, without killing Rama and Lakshmana, this fierce rakshasa, set on evil, will destroy me. Petty that I was, I did not do as Hanuman said; had I gone then on his back, I would not now be grieving, but sitting in my husband’s lap. I think Kausalya’s heart will break when she, mother of one son, hears that her son has died in battle; weeping, she will remember the great soul’s birth, childhood, youth, his righteous acts and his beauty; hopeless, having offered the funeral rites, senseless, she will surely enter fire or water. Shame on the hunchbacked, wicked Manthara, set on evil, because of whom Kausalya will suffer this grief.
Seeing Maithili lamenting like Rohini fallen into a planet’s power without the moon, Ravana’s virtuous, pure and wise minister named Suparshva, though the other ministers were holding back, speaks to the best of rakshasas: how can you, Ten-necked, Vaishravana’s own younger brother, wish to kill the Vaidehi in anger, casting dharma aside? You have completed your Vedic studies and vows and are devoted to your own duty; why do you think of killing a woman, hero, lord of the rakshasas? Look at Maithili in her beauty, king, and loose your anger on him, in battle, with us. Make your preparations today, the fourteenth of the dark fortnight, and go out tomorrow, the new-moon day, surrounded by your forces, for victory. Brave, wise, a chariot-fighter with sword in hand, mounted on the best of chariots, you will kill Rama, son of Dasharatha, and win Maithili. Wicked Ravana accepts those righteous words of his friend, goes back to his palace, and then, surrounded by his friends, goes again to the assembly hall.
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ततः पौलस्त्यसचिवाः श्रुत्वा चेन्द्रजितो वधम् । आचचक्षुरभिज्ञाय दशग्रीवाय सत्वराः ॥ १ ॥
Then Paulastya’s ministers, hearing of Indrajit’s killing and confirming it, quickly told Ten-necked:
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युद्धे हतो महाराज लक्ष्मणेन तवात्मजः । विभीषणसहायेन मिषतां नो महाद्युतिः ॥ २ ॥
“Great king, your son has been killed in battle by Lakshmana, with Vibhishana’s help, while we watched, the very radiant one.
शूरः शूरेण संगम्य संयुगेष्वपराजितः । लक्ष्मणेन हतः शूरः पुत्रस्ते विबुधेन्द्रजित् ॥ ३ ॥
“Hero meeting hero, never defeated in battles, your heroic son, conqueror of the gods, has been killed by Lakshmana.
गतः स परमाँल्लोकान् शरैः संतर्प्य लक्ष्मणम् । स तं प्रतिभयं श्रुत्वा वधं पुत्रस्य दारुणम् ॥ ४ ॥
“Having sated Lakshmana with arrows, he has gone to the highest worlds.” Hearing that dreadful, cruel killing of his son,
घोरमिन्द्रजितः संख्ये कश्मलं प्राविशन्महत् । उपलभ्य चिरात् संज्ञां राजा राक्षसपुंगवः ॥ ५ ॥
Indrajit’s terrible death in battle, he entered a great swoon. Regaining consciousness after a long time, the king, bull among rakshasas,
पुत्रशोकाकुलो दीनो विललापाकुलेन्द्रियः । हा राक्षसचमूमुख्य मम वत्स महाबल ॥ ६ ॥
overwhelmed with grief for his son, wretched, lamented, his senses confused: “Ah, chief of the rakshasa army, my child, mighty one!
जित्वेन्द्रं कथमद्य त्वं लक्ष्मणस्य वशं गतः । ननु त्वमिषुभिः क्रुद्धो भिन्द्याः कालान्तकावपि ॥ ७ ॥
“Having conquered Indra, how have you today come under Lakshmana’s power? Surely, enraged, you could split even Death and the Ender with arrows,
मन्दरस्यापि शृङ्गाणि किं पुनर्लक्ष्मणं युधि । अद्य वैवस्वतो राजा भूयो बहुमतो मम ॥ ८ ॥
“even the peaks of Mandara; how much more Lakshmana in battle! Today King Vaivasvata is held in higher esteem by me,
येनाद्य त्वं महाबाहो संयुक्तः कालधर्मणा । एष पन्थाः सुयोधानां सर्वामरगणेष्वपि । यः कृते हन्यते भर्तुः स पुमान् स्वर्गमृच्छति ॥ ९ ॥
“by whom today, mighty-armed one, you have been joined to the law of Time. This is the path of good warriors, even among all the hosts of immortals: the man who is killed for his master’s sake goes to heaven.
अद्य देवगणाः सर्वे लोकपाला महर्षयः । हतमिन्द्रजितं श्रुत्वा सुखं स्वप्स्यन्ति निर्भयाः ॥ १० ॥
“Today all the hosts of gods, the world guardians and the great sages, hearing that Indrajit is killed, will sleep happily, fearless.
अद्य लोकास्त्रयः कृत्स्ना पृथिवी च सकानना । एकेनेन्द्रजिता हीना शून्येव प्रतिभाति मे ॥ ११ ॥
“Today the three whole worlds and the earth with its forests, without Indrajit alone, seem to me as if empty.
अद्य नैर्ऋतकन्यानां श्रोष्याम्यन्तःपुरे रवम् । करेणुसङ्घस्य यथा निनादं गिरिगह्वरे ॥ १२ ॥
“Today in the inner palace I will hear the cry of the nairrita maidens, like the trumpeting of a herd of she-elephants in a mountain cave.
यौवराज्यं च लङ्कां च रक्षांसि च परंतप । मातरं मां च भार्याश्च क्व गतोऽसि विहाय नः ॥ १३ ॥
“The princely rank, and Lanka, and the rakshasas, scorcher of enemies, your mother, me and your wives: where have you gone, leaving us?
मम नाम त्वया वीर गतस्य यमसादनम् । प्रेतकार्याणि कार्याणि विपरीते हि वर्तसे ॥ १४ ॥
“It was you, hero, who should have done my funeral rites when I had gone to Yama’s abode; but you are going the opposite way.
स त्वं जीवति सुग्रीवे लक्ष्मणे च सराघवे । मम शल्यमनुद्धृत्य क्व गतोऽसि विहाय नः ॥ १५ ॥
“While Sugriva lives, and Lakshmana with Raghava, without drawing out my dart, where have you gone, leaving us?”
एवमादिविलापार्तं रावणं राक्षसाधिपम् । आविवेश महान् कोपः पुत्रव्यसनसम्भवः ॥ १६ ॥
Into Ravana, lord of the rakshasas, tormented by such lamentations, entered great anger born of his son’s ruin.
प्रकृत्या कोपनं ह्येनं पुत्रस्य पुनराधयः । दीप्तं संदीपयामासुर्घर्मेऽर्कमिव रश्मयः ॥ १७ ॥
For the torments of his son inflamed him, angry by nature and already blazing, as the rays inflame the sun in summer.
ललाटे भ्रुकुटीभिश्च संगताभिर्व्यरोचत । युगान्ते सह नक्रैस्तु महोर्मिभिरिवोदधिः ॥ १८ ॥
He shone with brows knitted together on his forehead, like the ocean at the end of an age with its monsters and great waves.
कोपाद् विजृम्भमाणस्य वक्त्राद् व्यक्तमिव ज्वलन् । उत्पपात सधूमाग्निर्वृत्रस्य वदनादिव ॥ १९ ॥
As he yawned in anger, from his mouth, as if plainly blazing, fire with smoke flew up, as from Vritra’s mouth.
स पुत्रवधसंतप्तः शूरः क्रोधवशं गतः । समीक्ष्य रावणो बुद्ध्या वैदेह्या रोचयद् वधम् ॥ २० ॥
Burning with his son’s killing, the hero, fallen into the power of anger, considering with his mind, Ravana chose the killing of the Vaidehi.
तस्य प्रकृत्या रक्ते च रक्ते क्रोधाग्निनापि च । रावणस्य महाघोरे दीप्ते नेत्रे बभूवतुः ॥ २१ ॥
Ravana’s very terrible eyes, red by nature and red with the fire of anger too, became blazing.
घोरं प्रकृत्या रूपं तत् तस्य क्रोधाग्निमूर्च्छितम् । बभूव रूपं क्रुद्धस्य रुद्रस्येव दुरासदम् ॥ २२ ॥
That form of his, terrible by nature, overcome by the fire of anger, became, in his rage, unapproachable like the form of Rudra.
तस्य क्रुद्धस्य नेत्राभ्यां प्रापतन्नश्रुबिन्दवः । दीपाभ्यामिव दीप्ताभ्यां सार्चिषः स्नेहबिन्दवः ॥ २३ ॥
From the eyes of that angry one fell drops of tears, like burning drops of oil from blazing lamps.
दन्तान् विदशतस्तस्य श्रूयते दशनस्वनः । यन्त्रस्याकृष्यमाणस्य मथ्नतो दानवैरिव ॥ २४ ॥
As he gnashed his teeth, the sound of his teeth was heard, like that of a machine being pulled by danavas as they churn.
कालाग्निरिव संक्रुद्धो यां यां दिशमवैक्षत । तस्यां तस्यां भयत्रस्ता राक्षसाः संविलिल्यिरे ॥ २५ ॥
Whatever direction he looked at, very angry like the fire of Time, in that direction the rakshasas, terrified with fear, hid.
तमन्तकमिव क्रुद्धं चराचरचिखादिषुम् । वीक्षमाणं दिशः सर्वा राक्षसा नोपचक्रमुः ॥ २६ ॥
Him, angry like the Ender, wishing to devour the moving and unmoving, looking at all the directions, the rakshasas did not approach.
ततः परमसंक्रुद्धो रावणो राक्षसाधिपः । अब्रवीद् रक्षसां मध्ये संस्तम्भयिषुराहवे ॥ २७ ॥
Then Ravana, lord of the rakshasas, very greatly enraged, said in the midst of the rakshasas, wishing to make them firm for battle:
मया वर्षसहस्राणि चरित्वा परमं तपः । तेषु तेष्ववकाशेषु स्वयंभूः परितोषितः ॥ २८ ॥
“I practised supreme austerity for thousands of years, and at those various times the Self-born was pleased.
तस्यैव तपसो व्युष्ट्या प्रसादाच्च स्वयंभुवः । नासुरेभ्यो न देवेभ्यो भयं मम कदाचन ॥ २९ ॥
“By the fruit of that very austerity and by the grace of the Self-born, I never have any fear from asuras or from gods.
कवचं ब्रह्मदत्तं मे यदादित्यसमप्रभम् । देवासुरविमर्देषु न च्छिन्नं वज्रमुष्टिभिः ॥ ३० ॥
“The armour given by Brahma, which has the radiance of the sun, was not cut by blows of thunderbolts in the clashes of gods and asuras.
तेन मामद्य संयुक्तं रथस्थमिह संयुगे । प्रतीयात् कोऽद्य मामाजौ साक्षादपि पुरंदरः ॥ ३१ ॥
“Joined with it, standing in my chariot here in battle today, who could face me in the fight today, even Purandara himself?
यत् तदाभिप्रसन्नेन सशरं कार्मुकं महत् । देवासुरविमर्देषु मम दत्तं स्वयंभुवा ॥ ३२ ॥
“That great bow with its arrows which the Self-born, greatly pleased then, gave me in the clashes of gods and asuras,
अद्य तूर्यशतैर्भीमं धनुरुत्थाप्यतां मम । रामलक्ष्मणयोरेव वधाय परमाहवे ॥ ३३ ॥
“let my terrible bow be brought out today with hundreds of instruments, for the killing of Rama and Lakshmana in the great battle.”
स पुत्रवधसंतप्तः क्रूरः क्रोधवशं गतः । समीक्ष्य रावणो बुद्ध्या सीतां हन्तुं व्यवस्यत ॥ ३४ ॥
Burning with his son’s killing, the cruel one, fallen into the power of anger, Ravana, considering with his mind, resolved to kill Sita.
प्रत्यवेक्ष्य तु ताम्राक्षः सुघोरो घोरदर्शनः । दीनो दीनस्वरान् सर्वांस्तानुवाच निशाचरान् ॥ ३५ ॥
Looking about, with copper-red eyes, very terrible, terrible to see, wretched, he said to all those night-wanderers with wretched voices:
मायया मम वत्सेन वञ्चनार्थं वनौकसाम् । किंचिदेव हतं तत्र सीतेयमिति दर्शितम् ॥ ३६ ॥
“By my child, through illusion, to deceive the forest-dwellers, something was killed there and shown as ‘This is Sita’.
तदिदं तथ्यमेवाहं करिष्ये प्रियमात्मनः । वैदेहीं नाशयिष्यामि क्षत्रबन्धुमनुव्रताम् ॥ ३७ ॥
“That I will make true, for my own pleasure: I will destroy the Vaidehi, devoted to that low kshatriya.”
इत्येवमुक्त्वा सचिवान् खड्गमाशु परामृशत् । उद्धृत्य गुणसम्पन्नं विमलाम्बरवर्चसम् ॥ ३८ ॥
Having said this to his ministers, he quickly seized his sword, drawing it out, full of quality, with the splendour of the clear sky.
निष्पपात स वेगेन सभार्यः सचिवैर्वृतः । रावणः पुत्रशोकेन भृशमाकुलचेतनः ॥ ३९ ॥
He rushed out with force, with his wife, surrounded by his ministers, Ravana, his mind greatly confused by grief for his son.
संक्रुद्धः खड्गमादाय सहसा यत्र मैथिली । व्रजन्तं राक्षसं प्रेक्ष्य सिंहनादं विचुक्रुशुः ॥ ४० ॥
Enraged, taking his sword, suddenly to where Maithili was: seeing the rakshasa going, they shouted lions’ roars.
ऊचुश्चान्योन्यमालिङ्ग्य संक्रुद्धं प्रेक्ष्य राक्षसम् । अद्यैनं तावुभौ दृष्ट्वा भ्रातरौ प्रव्यथिष्यतः ॥ ४१ ॥
And seeing the rakshasa enraged, embracing one another, they said: “Today, seeing him, those two brothers will be shaken.
लोकपाला हि चत्वारः क्रुद्धेनानेन निर्जिताः । बहवः शत्रवश्चान्ये संयुगेष्वभिपातिताः ॥ ४२ ॥
“For the four world guardians were conquered by him in anger, and many other enemies struck down in battles.
त्रिषु लोकेषु रत्नानि भुङ्क्ते आहृत्य रावणः । विक्रमे च बले चैव नास्त्यस्य सदृशो भुवि ॥ ४३ ॥
“Ravana enjoys the jewels of the three worlds, having seized them; in valour and in strength there is none like him on earth.”
तेषां संजल्पमानानामशोकवनिकां गताम् । अभिदुद्राव वैदेहीं रावणः क्रोधमूर्च्छितः ॥ ४४ ॥
While they were talking, Ravana, overcome with anger, rushed at the Vaidehi, who had gone to the Ashoka grove.
वार्यमाणः सुसंक्रुद्धः सुहृद्भिर्हितबुद्धिभिः । अभ्यधावत संक्रुद्धः खे ग्रहो रोहिणीमिव ॥ ४५ ॥
Being held back by friends of well-meaning mind, very enraged, he rushed on in anger, as a planet in the sky at Rohini.
मैथिली रक्ष्यमाणा तु राक्षसीभिरनिन्दिता । ददर्श राक्षसं क्रुद्धं निस्त्रिंशवरधारिणम् ॥ ४६ ॥
But Maithili, blameless, guarded by the rakshasis, saw the rakshasa enraged, bearing a fine sword.
तं निशम्य सनिस्त्रिंशं व्यथिता जनकात्मजा । निवार्यमाणं बहुशः सुहृद्भिरनिवर्तिनम् ॥ ४७ ॥
Seeing him with the sword, not turning back though held back many times by friends, the daughter of Janaka was distressed.
सीता दुःखसमाविष्टा विलपन्तीदमब्रवीत् । यथायं मामभिक्रुद्धः समभिद्रवति स्वयम् ॥ ४८ ॥
Sita, filled with grief, lamenting, said this: “The way this one rushes at me himself in anger,
वधिष्यति सनाथां मामनाथामिव दुर्मतिः । बहुशश्चोदयामास भर्तारं मामनुव्रताम् ॥ ४९ ॥
“this evil-minded one will kill me, who have a protector, as if I had none. Many times he urged me, devoted to my husband,
भार्या मम भवस्वेति प्रत्याख्यातो ध्रुवं मया । सोऽयं मामनुपस्थाने व्यक्तं नैराश्यमागतः ॥ ५० ॥
“’Be my wife’; surely he was refused by me. He, at my not consenting, has plainly come to despair.
क्रोधमोहसमाविष्टो व्यक्तं मां हन्तुमुद्यतः । अथवा तौ नरव्याघ्रौ भ्रातरौ रामलक्ष्मणौ ॥ ५१ ॥
“Filled with anger and delusion, he is plainly ready to kill me. Or else those two tigers among men, the brothers Rama and Lakshmana,
मन्निमित्तमनार्येण समरेऽद्य निपातितौ । भैरवो हि महान् नादो राक्षसानां श्रुतो मया ॥ ५२ ॥
“have been struck down in battle today by this ignoble one because of me; for I heard a great, terrible roar of the rakshasas,
बहूनामिह हृष्टानां तथा विक्रोशतां प्रियम् । अहो धिङ्मन्निमित्तोऽयं विनाशो राजपुत्रयोः ॥ ५३ ॥
“of many here, delighted, crying out good news. Ah, shame! This destruction of the two princes is because of me.
अथवा पुत्रशोकेन अहत्वा रामलक्ष्मणौ । विधमिष्यति मां रौद्रो राक्षसः पापनिश्चयः ॥ ५४ ॥
“Or else, out of grief for his son, without killing Rama and Lakshmana, the fierce rakshasa, set on evil, will destroy me.
हनूमतस्तु तद् वाक्यं न कृतं क्षुद्रया मया । यद्यहं तस्य पृष्ठेन तदायासमनिर्जिता ॥ ५५ ॥
“Petty that I was, I did not do as Hanuman said; if I had gone then on his back, unconquered,
नाद्यैवमनुशोचेयं भर्तुरङ्कगता सती । मन्ये तु हृदयं तस्याः कौसल्यायाः फलिष्यति ॥ ५६ ॥
“I would not grieve like this today, being in my husband’s lap. But I think the heart of Kausalya will burst,
एकपुत्रा यदा पुत्रं विनष्टं श्रोष्यते युधि । सा हि जन्म च बाल्यं च यौवनं च महात्मनः ॥ ५७ ॥
“when, having one son, she hears that her son has perished in battle. For she, weeping, will remember the great soul’s birth and childhood and youth,
धर्मकार्याणि रूपं च रुदती संस्मरिष्यति । निराशा निहते पुत्रे दत्त्वा श्राद्धमचेतना ॥ ५८ ॥
“his righteous acts and his beauty. Without hope, when her son is killed, having offered the funeral rites, senseless,
अग्निमावेक्ष्यते नूनमपो वापि प्रवेक्ष्यति । धिगस्तु कुब्जामसतीं मन्थरां पापनिश्चयाम् ॥ ५९ ॥
“she will surely enter fire, or else enter the water. Shame on the hunchbacked, wicked Manthara, set on evil,
यन्निमित्तमिमं शोकं कौसल्या प्रतिपत्स्यते । इत्येवं मैथिलीं दृष्ट्वा विलपन्तीं तपस्विनीम् ॥ ६० ॥
“because of whom Kausalya will meet this grief.” Seeing Maithili, the ascetic woman, lamenting so,
रोहिणीमिव चन्द्रेण बिना ग्रहवशं गताम् । एतस्मिन्नन्तरे तस्य अमात्यः शीलवान् शुचिः ॥ ६१ ॥
like Rohini without the moon, fallen into a planet’s power: meanwhile his minister, of good conduct and pure,
सुपार्श्वो नाम मेधावी रावणं रक्षसां वरम् । निवार्यमाणः सचिवैरिदं वचनमब्रवीत् ॥ ६२ ॥
named Suparshva, wise, though being restrained by the ministers, said these words to Ravana, best of the rakshasas:
कथं नाम दशग्रीव साक्षाद्वैश्रवणानुज । हन्तुमिच्छसि वैदेहीं क्रोधाद् धर्ममपास्य च ॥ ६३ ॥
“How can you, Ten-necked, Vaishravana’s own younger brother, wish to kill the Vaidehi in anger, casting aside dharma?
वेदविद्याव्रतस्नातः स्वकर्मनिरतस्तथा । स्त्रियः कस्माद् वधं वीर मन्यसे राक्षसेश्वर ॥ ६४ ॥
“Bathed in completion of Vedic learning and vows, devoted to your own duty, why do you consider killing a woman, hero, lord of the rakshasas?
मैथिलीं रूपसम्पन्नां प्रत्यवेक्षस्व पार्थिव । तस्मिन्नेव सहास्माभिराहवे क्रोधमुत्सृज ॥ ६५ ॥
“Look upon Maithili, endowed with beauty, king; let loose your anger on him alone, in battle, with us.
अभ्युत्थानं त्वमद्यैव कृष्णपक्षचतुर्दशी । कृत्वा निर्याह्यमावास्यां विजयाय बलैर्वृतः ॥ ६६ ॥
“Make your preparations today, the fourteenth of the dark fortnight, and go out on the new-moon day for victory, surrounded by your forces.
शूरो धीमान् रथी खड्गी रथप्रवरमास्थितः । हत्वा दाशरथिं रामं भवान् प्राप्स्यति मैथिलीम् ॥ ६७ ॥
“Heroic, wise, a chariot-fighter with sword in hand, mounted on the finest of chariots, you will kill Rama, son of Dasharatha, and win Maithili.”
स तद् दुरात्मा सुहृदा निवेदितं वचः सुधर्म्यं प्रतिगृह्य रावणः । गृहं जगामाथ ततश्च वीर्यवान् पुनः सभां च प्रययौ सुहृद्वृतः ॥ ६८ ॥
Accepting those very righteous words told him by his friend, wicked Ravana went home; and then the valiant one, surrounded by friends, went again to the assembly hall.