BOOK 6: YUDDA KANDA
Hearing the words of the evil minded Ravana, who was thus lamenting, as he was overcome with grief, Trishira (one of his sons) spoke as follows: Truly in such a manner, the highly valiant Kumbhakarna, (the middle of our father and uncles) has been killed. But good persons like you do not lament as you are doing, O king! O Lord! You are capable of conquering even the three worlds. Why are you, as such, lamenting about yourself, as a common person?
You do continue to have a javelin given by Brahma, an armour, a bow and an arrow together with a chariot yoked to a thousand Donkeys, emitting a sound resembling the rumbling of a cloud. The Devas and Danavas were indeed destroyed several times by you with your various types of weapons. As such, you can punish Rama, when endowed with all weapons. You stay on, O monarch! I will set out and eradicate your enemies in battle, as Garuda eradicates the Nagas. Beaten down by me, as Shambara by Indra and Naraka by Vishnu, I will lay down Rama today in battle.
Hearing the words of Trishira, Ravana the king of Rakshasas considered himself as though born anew, after being summoned by Death. Hearing the words of Trishira, Devantaka, Narantaka and the energetic Atikaya were rejoiced of war. Then, the brave Ravanas sons, whose prowess was equal to Indra and the foremost of Rakshasas, roared asserting their superiority saying I will lead, I will lead!
All of them wee capable of passing through the sky. All were skilled in magic. All had humbled the pride of Gods. All were fierce in battle. All were endowed with great strength. All were widely renowned. All were such as had never been heard of having been conquered by Devas or Gandharvas or Kinnaras or great Uragas while encountering a battle. All the Rakshasas were valiant ones, well versed in weaponry. All were skilled in war fare. All were greatly knowledgeable and all had obtained boons.
That Ravana the king, surrounded by his sons, who were radiant as the sun and who tormented the strength and fortune of the enemies, shone like Indra surrounded by Devas who can destroy the pride of gigantic Danavas. Embracing his sons, embellishing them with ornaments and blessing them profusely, Ravana sent them to battle. For the defense of his sons, Ravana sent Yuddhonmatta and Matta (better known as Mahodara and Mahaparshva), his brothers to the battle. Those Rakshasas with colossal bodies, paid obeisance (by circumambulating) to Ravana (who caused the people to cry in terror) and departed.
Anointing their bodies with all types of herbs and perfumes, those six mighty and excellent Rakshasas went away, eager to fight. Trishira, Atikaya, Devantaka, Narantaka, Mahodara and Mahaparshva, under the clout of destiny set out for the battle. Thereupon, Mahodara mounted an Elephant called Sudarshana, like unto a dark cloud and born in Airavata race.
That Mahodara, adorned with quivers, endowed with all types of armoury and mounting the Elephant, shone like the sun on the peak of Ashtachala mountain. Trishira, the son of Ravana, ascended an exquisite chariot, yoked to excellent Horses and filled with all types of armoury. Trishira, wielding a bow and mounting the chariot, shone like a cloud with glittering meteors, illuminations and a rain bow.
That Trishira with three diadems in that exquisite chariot, stood out like Mount Himavat, the king of mountains with its three golden hills. Then, Atikaya, having very fiery energy, the son of Ravana and the foremost among the wielders of bow, mounted an excellent chariot. Atikaya mounted that chariot, having first rate wheels and axles, well yoked, having a good carriage and pole, filled with quivers and bows and flashingly full of missiles, swords and maces. He was radiant with his diadem, shining in brilliant gold and other ornaments, like Mount Meru, causing to shine with its splendours (by the sun).
In that chariot, Atikaya that mighty prince, surrounded by the foremost of Rakshasas, shone like Indra surrounded by Devas. Narantaka mounted a white gigantic Horse, similar to Uchaisravas, adorned with gold ornaments and as swift as thought. Narantaka, holding a javelin, which was resplendent like a meteor, appeared shining, like Guha (the offspring of shiva) holding a spear and riding a beautiful peacock.
Devantaka, holding a glided iron bar, marched ahead, resembling an incarnation of Vishnu holding Mandara mountain in his arms. Mahaparshva, possessing a great splendour and vigour and wielding a mace in his arm in battle, looked like Kubera. Those distinguished Rakshasas set out from. Lanka, like the Gods leaving Amaravati. Mighty Rakshasas, holding excellent weaponry, accompanied them, mounting on Elephants, Horses and chariots making sounds of rumbling clouds.
Those mighty princes, having suns brilliance, wearing diadems and possessed of prosperity, shone like glowing planets in the sky. The row of auspicious attire worn by them, shone like an autumnal cloud or like a flock of cranes in the sky. Determined either to die or to vanquish their enemies, those valiant Rakshasas went forward, thus making their courageous resolve, eager to fight. Those mighty Rakshasas set out with a mad conception of war, roared and made a reverberatory sound, took up arrows and dispatched them.
The earth trembled as it were, by their battle cries and clapping of arms. The sky appeared breached, by the lions roars of the Rakshasas. Those mighty leaders of Rakshasas, having set out, were delighted to see the army of Vanaras having uplifted rocks as their weapons. The mighty Vanaras too saw that army of Rakshasas, which appeared like a black cloud but blazing like fire and sun on all sides, abounding with Elephants, Horses and chariots, made to resound with hundreds of small bells and wielding well raised great weaponry.
Seeing that army which arrived and as they got the target for their fight, the Vanaras, having the great mountains uplifted, roared again and again. The Vanaras, not tolerating the Rakshasas, thus shouted, standing opposite to them. Hearing the enhanced noise of the leaders of the army of Vanaras, the troops of Rakshasas who were terrible in might, not tolerating the rejoice of the enemies, then made a noise more terribly. Entering that terrific army of Rakshasas, those Vanara leaders, with their raised mountains, roamed about like mountains with their peaks.
Some Vanaras entering the sky and some others enraged, staying on earth with trees and rocks as their weapons, wandered among the army of Rakshasas. The foremost among the Vanaras, holding trees, having extensive branches, roamed about in the battle field. That battle front, filled with Rakshasas and Vanaras, looked terrific. Those Vanaras, of terrific prowess, though impeded by a flood of arrows, initiated a matchless rain of trees, rocks and mountains. In the battle, the Rakshasas and the Vanaras made a noise of lions roars. The Vanaras pounded the Rakshasas with rocks.
The enraged Vanaras killed Rakshasas wearing armours and ornaments. Some killed valiant Rakshasas, sitting or standing in chariots and also those Rakshasas mounted on Elephants and Horses. Valiant Vanaras struck the Rakshasas vehemently. Those foremost of Rakshasas trembled, as their bodies were attacked by mountain peaks and blows of fists, down and roared. Those Rakshasas also pierced the foremost of Vanaras with sharp arrows, striking them with spears mallets, swords, javelins and lances.
There, the Vanaras and Rakshasas having their limbs smeared with the blood of their foes, mowed each other with a desire to conquer each other. Thereupon, within an instant, the battle field became dampened with blood and covered by the mountains and swords thrown by the Vanaras and Rakshasas. Then the battle field became filled with dead bodies of Rakshasas, who had an ardent passion for battle, having their colossal bodies devastated and scattered all over.
The Rakshasas, already thrown down and still being thrown down, with their spears broken by the Vanaras at that time, approached the Vanaras and carried out a wonderful combat with their limbs, arms and legs. Those foremost of Rakshasas struck the Vanaras with their own corpses and the Vanaras also struck the Rakshasas with their own dead bodies. Then, grabbing the rocks and mountains, those Rakshasas struck the Vanaras with them. The Vanaras too, snatching away their weapons, struck the Rakshasas. The Vanaras and Rakshasas fractured each other with crags and made a noise with lions roars.
The Rakshasas, having their armours broken, as struck by the Vanaras, emitted blood at that place, like trees oozing their sap. Some Vanaras in the battle front destroyed chariot with chariots, Elephants with the very Elephants and Horse by the very Horses. The Rakshasas broke the trees and rocks of Vanara chiefs with their sharp arrows with their hoe shaped head, those arrows with crescent shaped head and those with spear like head.
The battle field, filled with those mountains, broken trees and dead bodies of Vanaras and Rakshasas, became difficult to be traversed. Reaching the battle field and abandoning their fear, all those Vanaras, with their thrilling martial arts full of pride, nay, who were having various weapons (like trees, rocks, teeth and nails) and unrepressed in spirit, carried out battle with the Rakshasas. Seeing the Vanaras rejoicing in that tumultuous battle which commenced and the Rakshasas falling down, the great sages and troop of Devas emitted shouts of triumph.
Meanwhile, mounting on a Horse having speed equal to the wind, and taking a barbed javelin, Narantaka entered the terrific army of Vanaras, as a fish entering the ocean. That valiant and mighty Narantaka, the enemy of Indra, single handedly within an instant, rent asunder seven hundred Vanaras with that shining javelin and killed that army of the foremost of Vanaras. Vidyadharas, the super natural beings and great sages, saw the mighty Narantaka, seated on the back of a Horse and hacking a path way for himself through the army of Vanaras. His path way was covered with a mire of flesh and blood, along with heaps of fallen down dead bodes of Vanaras, looking like hills.
Whenever the foremost of the Vanaras thought of showing their valour, so often Narantaka overtook and cleaved them. He burn away the army of Vanaras, as the fire burns away the forests. Even before the Vanaras get time to uplift the trees and mountains, the javelin struck them and they fell down, as mountains riven by lightning. That mighty Narantaka, the destroyer of men, roamed in all directions in the battle field, holding up his shiny javelin, ravaging in all directions like the wind ravaging the earth in a rainy season.
Narantaka, a single Rakshasa, equal to so many Rakshasas, struck the armies of mokeys with his javelin, having the suns splendour and they fell down on the earth. Narantaka, a single Rakshasa, equal to so many Rakshasas, struck the armies of mokeys with his javelin, having the suns splendour and they fell down on the earth. Those Vanaras were unable to tolerate the down onslaught of the javelin, which was similar to the striking of a thunderbolt and they shouted with a great uproar.
The images of the falling Vanaras were flashing like those of falling mountains, with their peaks shattered by a thunderbolt. Those great souled and the foremost of Vanaras, who were earlier thrown down by Kumbhakarna, regained their self and approached Sugreeva. That Sugreeva, while looking on, saw the army of Vanaras running away hither and thither, as they were tormented of the fear of Narantaka. To that Sugreeva who was seeing his army running away, Narantaka appeared, coming seated on the back of a Horse, holding a javelin in his hand.
After seeing Narantaka, the vastly splendoured Sugreeva, the king of Vanaras spoke thus, to Angada, the valiant prince, having a prowess equal to Indras (as follows): Go out and quickly detach the lives of this valiant Rakshasa, who is riding a Horse and consuming the army of his enemies. Hearing the words of Sugreeva his sovereign, that valiant Angada then came bouncing from his army, as the sun coming out of a cloud.
Angada the excellent of Vanaras, resembling a rocky mass, wearing bracelets on his upper arms, looked brilliant like a mountain with its metallic streaks. Angada the son of Vali, bereft of arms but only nails and teeth besides having a great splendour, approached Narantaka and spoke the following words: Stop! What can you do with these common Vanaras? Throw your javelin, having the sensation equal to a thunderbolt, towards my chest.
Hearing the words of Angada, Narantaka was very much enraged. The enraged Narantaka, tightly biting his lip with his teeth, hissing like a serpent, approaching Angada and firmly holding that highly radiant javelin, then quickly released it towards Angada. That javelin broke against Angadas chest, that was as hard as a diamond and fell to the earth. Then seeing his javelin shattered, like a serpent whose powerful coils were cut off by Garuda the eagle, Angada stretched out his palm and struck the head of the Horse. That mountain like Narantakas Horse, struck by a blow of the palm, had its head shattered, feet broken, eyes and pupils put out and tongue come out. It fell down on the earth. Seeing his Horse fallen down dead, Narantaka was enraged. Raising his fist, that exceedingly powerful Narantaka in battle struck Angada on his head.
Then, Angada having his head shattered by the blow of the fist, heavily oozed out very hot blood, repeatedly felt a burning sensation and swooned. On regaining consciousness, he was surprised. Thereupon, the great souled Angada, the son of Vali, clinching his fist and then with a force equal to death, rushed it against the chest of Narantaka. Having his chest deeply sunk back by that fist blow, giving out flames and with his limbs smeared by blood, that Narantaka fell down as a mountain is broken up by the fall of a thundr bolt.
When that Narantaka of great prowess was killed by Angada in battle, the chiefs of Devas and the Vanaras too then emitted a great roar of triumph in the sky. Then, that Angada, who showed that forcible means, which was very difficult to do, and which rejoiced Ramas intellect. So much so, Angada too was surprised. Thereupon Angada, of terrible acts, was infused with vigour and again showed enthusiasm in battle.