In the dusky hush of Lanka’s dread-shadowed field, where sorrow clung like mist and silence groaned beneath the weight of grief, Soumithri, son of Sumitra, wise in word and firm in virtue, spake with measured thought upon the crooked ways of the world, the veiled intricacies of dharma, of wealth’s luring grasp, and the fleeting…
The wicked Indrajit, son of the night-bound Ravana, driven by wrath and steeped in sorcery, abandoned the clash of arms and hastened to the dread altar of Nikumbhila to fortify himself with the power of dark rituals. As he departed, the field behind him thundered with the roars of demon warriors, their fury unleashed like…
The scion of dharma and nobility, Rama, with a mind illumined by ancient wisdom, gently withheld the valiant son of Sumitra from unleashing the ruinous celestial weapons upon the host of Asuras. In cultured speech, steeped in timeless values and guided by the model of righteous conduct, the speaker spoke of restraint and discernment in…
Though the mighty Makaraksha stood like a thundercloud arisen in wrath, with gestures fierce and form colossal, the champions of the simian race, emboldened by past glories under the gracious eye of Rama, took heart. Steeled by virtue and resolved in righteousness, they arrayed themselves in fearless formation, unmoved by the terror of the demon…
At either end of the field, the warriors strove in battle, seeking not victory, but death. Prince Angada, lion-hearted son of Vali, met the demon Kampana in single combat. The rakshasa, with a terrible mace, struck the prince and shook him. Yet Angada rose unshaken, seized a great stone, and hurled it upon Kampana. Struck…
The vanara hosts, steadfast in duty and pressed by time’s relentless flow, hastened again to their charge, for delay breeds decay, and the enemy, now hollow in heart and store, must be struck where spirit falters. Then spoke Sugreeva, lord of simian clans, unto Hanuman, son of the Wind, venerable and strong: “What yet remains,…
As the dreadful Brahmastra, born of the Creator’s will and unleashed by Indrajit, raged with divine fury, Rama and Lakshmana, perceiving resistance would but multiply destruction, yielded themselves to its power and fell unconscious, bound as many warriors before them. The false pride of Indrajit, mistaking submission for conquest, led him to withdraw without further…
When the tidings of Athikaya’s fall reached Ravana, mighty king of Lanka, his soul, like a rudderless vessel in a tempest, lost anchor and drifted into a gulf of helpless silence. Grief, like a howling wind of the night, swept over him, rending his proud composure, and madness circled his brow like a crown of…
Blazing forth with the splendor of blessings divine, bearing the pride of Brahma’s boons, the mighty Athikaya—colossal in frame, unmatched in force—rose like a wrathful comet over the fields of battle. Oft had he heard of his noble uncles and brave cousins fallen by the hands of Rama’s hosts; his heart, thus vexed with fury,…
The field of war blazed as with fire from heaven, roaring with the cries of wrathful hosts. Naranthaka lay fallen, stricken by valor’s hand, and at his death, the hearts of Asuras churned like stormy seas. Trisira, his brother, burned with rage as if his soul had caught fire, while Mahodara, son of Pulastya, wept…
