BOOK 6: YUDDA KANDA
Then, in the battle front, Rama and Lakshmana were knocked down senseless. The army of Vanara leaders fainted. Sugreeva, Nila, Angada and Jambavan could not understand what to do.
Seeing the entire army looking worried, Vibhishana, the best among the intelligent ones, spoke the following matchless words, consoling the warriors of Sugreeva, the lord of Vanaras: Honouring the spell sacred of Brahma the creator, the two sons of the venerable Dasaratha have actually lost their free will and became dejected and have allowed themselves to be knocked down by the missiles of Indrajit. Hence do not be afraid. There is no occasion for despondency now. This excellent missile, presided over by Brahma the creator, with never failing strength, was given to Indrajit by Brahma. Honouring it, Rama and Lakshmana the princes fell down in battle. This not a time for despondency here.
Then, the intelligent Hanuma, the son of Vayu, paying honour to the missile presided over by Brahma and hearing the words of Vibhishana, spoke the following words: Let us restore to confidence whosoever is in this army of energetic Vanaras, after having been struck by the missile. Both those valiant ones, Hanuma and Vibhishana, together at that time of the night, roamed about in the battle front, with torches in their hands.
Hanuma and Vibhishana saw the battle field, covered on all sides, with mountain sized Vanaras fallen with heir tails, arms, thighs, feet, fingers and heaps of heads fractured with blood oozing from their limbs and urine flowing out. The earth was also covered with flaming weapons fallen around. Vibhishana and Hanuma saw Sugreeva, Angada, Nila, Sharabha, Gandhamadana, Gavaksha, Sushena, Vegadarshi, Mainda, Nala, Jyotimukha and a Vanara called Dvivida, who were struck down on the battle field. Sixty seven crores of powerful Vanaras were struck down by the cherished missile of Brahma, the self born creator, in the fifth and last period of the day. Hanuma, along with Vibhishana, began to search for Jambavan, while looking at the terrific army (wounded by the arrows) which appeared like the tide of an ocean.
Looking at Jambavan, the son of Brahma, who was naturally bequeathed with old age, an elderly person, with his body conspicuous of hundreds of arrows and a valiant person looking like an extinguishing fire, Vibhishana approached him and spoke as follows: O Vibhishana, the leader of Rakshasas, with a great prowess! I am able to recognize you by your voice alone. Pierced with sharp arrows, I am not able to see you with my eyes. O Vibhishana, of good manners! Does Hanuma, the foremost among Vanaras, because of whom, Anjana (his mother) and the wind god are his blessed parents survive, holding his life any where nearby?
Hearing the words of Jambavan, Vibhishana spoke the following words, why do you enquire about Hanuman, passing over the venerable sons of Dasaratha? O venerable one! The exceptional affection, you are showing towards Hanuma, is not being shown towards Sugreeva or Angada or even Rama. Hearing the words of Vibhishana, Jambavan replied as follows: O the foremost among Rakshasas! Listen to me, why I am enquiring about Hanuma.
If that brave Hanuma is surviving, the whole army even if killed, is unhurt. On the other hand, if Hanuma has given up is life, we are all dead, even though living. O dear child! If Hanuma, who is equal to the wind and the fire in prowess, survives then there is a hope for all of us to survive. Thereafter, Hanuma the son of Vayu approaching the elderly Jambavan, offered his salutation, by grasping the feet of Jambavan with modesty. Hearing the voice of Hanuma, Jambavan, the foremost among Vanaras, with perturbed senses, considered himself as though born again.
Thereafter, that Jambavan of great splendour spoke to Hanuma as follows: Come on, O foremost of Vanaras! You ought to protect the lives of Vanaras. You are the great companion for these Vanaras, by your copious prowess. There is no other person. This is the appropriate time to show your prowess. I do not see any other person to do it. Cheer up the martial warriors of both Vanaras and Rikshas. Heal Rama and Lakshmana from their arrow wounds.
O Hanuma! You ought to go to Himalaya, the foremost of mountains, by traveling higher and higher over the large ocean. O annihilator of enemies! Thereafter, you will see there the Mount Rishabha, the excellent mountain and the very much powerful peak of Kailasa, with a golden hue. O valiant Hanuma! In the midst of these two peaks, you will see a blazing and unequally brilliant herbal mountain, containing all kinds of herbs.
O foremost of Vanaras! Sprouted on the head of that mountain, are four blazing herbs. You can see them, illuminating the ten quarters. You can see there, Mrita Sanjivani (capable of restoring the dead to life), Vishalyakarani (capable of extracting weapons and healing all wounds inflicted by weapons), Suvarnakarani (restoring the body to its original complexion) and Sandhani, the great herb (capable of joining severed limbs or fractured bone). O Hanuma! Bring all those herbs quickly. O son of wind god! Bring succour to the Vanaras, by injecting lives into them. Hearing the words of Jambavan, Hanuma the son of Vayu was infused with animated strength, as the ocean gets animated with the force of the wind.
Standing on the summit of Trikuta mountain and pressing the foremost of mountains (with his feet), that valiant Hanuma appeared like a second mountain. Then, increasingly pressed and bent by Hanumas feet, that mountain was not able to bear its weight and sank. The trees on that mountain, pressed by Hanuma, fell to the ground and caught fire due to rapidity of Hanuma. Its peaks also got broken.
The Vanaras were unable to stand on that excellent mountain, which started to reel, while being pressed severely by Hanuma, as the trees standing on it and the rocks got broken. Confounded with panic, the City of Lanka, whose principal gates were broken, whose houses and town gates were shattered, appeared as though dancing at night. Pressing hard the mountain, Hanuma equal to a mountain, caused the earth along with the ocean to shake.
From that mountain, Hanuma then ascended Mount Malaya, appearing as Mounts Meru and Mandara, filled with several kinds of cascades, full of many trees and creepers, having Kamala and Utpala lotuses blooming, visited by Devas and Gandharvas, having a height of Sixty Yojanas (four hundred eighty miles), frequented by Vidyadharas, a number of sages and Apsaras, filled with various kinds of animal troupes and illuminated by many caves, Hanuma grew his body, appearing like a cloud, bewildering Yakshas, Gandharvas and Kinnaras. Pressing the mountain hard with his feet, opening his terrific mouth which shone like a submarine fire and frightening the Rakshasas, Hanuma roared loudly. Hearing his loud noise, roaring clamorously, the foremost of Rakshasas residing in the City of Lanka, were not able to stir anywhere. Hanuma of terrific prowess, annihilator of his enemies, after offering salutation to the ocean, made up his mind to embark on a prime act for the sake of Rama.
Raising his tail which resembled on serpent, bending his back, contracting his ears and opening his month which shone like a terrific submarines fire, Hanuma jumped into the sky, with a head long speed. By his velocity, he carried away a multitude of trees, mountains and some ordinary Vanaras. Driven up and away by the momentum generated from his arms and thighs, they fell down in water when their speed diminished. Stretching his arms, looking like coils of serpents, that Hanuma vying with the prowess of hostile Garuda the eagle, headed towards the excellent mountain of Himalayas, with gush as though he was drawing away the four quarters.
Beholding the sea, whose waves along with its water were made to agitate and all whose creatures were caused to whirl round, Hanuma quickly speeded up, like the discuss loosed by the fingers of Lord Vishnu. Gazing at the hills, flocks of Birds, lakes, rivers, pools and excellent towns full of people, that Hanuma with a speed equal to that of the wind god his father, shot forth towards Himalayas. That valiant Hanuma, with a prowess equal to that of his father, whose fatigue was gone, swiftly rushed, taking recourse to the orbit of the sun.
With a great speed of wind, reverberating the four quarters with sound, Hanuma the foremost of Vanaras, hastened towards Himalayas. Remembering the words of Jambavan, Hanuma the great Vanara with a terrific stride, suddenly saw Mount Himalaya too. Hanuma went to Mount Himalaya, the foremost of mountains, embellished with various kinds of cascades, many kinds of caves, mountain streams and summits resembling an assemblage of white clouds as also many kinds of trees. Having approached that great mountain having excellent overbearing summits, he saw great holy hermitages, inhabited by a multitude of divine sages.
He saw the abode of Brahma the lord of creation, Kailasa the abode of Shiva the lord of dissolution, the abode of Indra the arrow discharging place of Rudra, the worshipping place of Hayagriva, the shining place at which Brahmas head fell down, the sun god and Kimkaras. He saw the abode of Agni, the abode of Vaisravana (son of Visrava) shining like the sun, the spot where the sun was tied down, the abode of Brahma, the abode of bow belonging to Lord Shiva and the navel of the earth. He saw the gigantic Mount Kailasa, the rock of Mount Himalaya and Mount Rishabha, the lofty golden mountain, which was highly illumined by the flaming herbs and the lord of mountains on which all types of herbs grew.
Seeing that mountain shining with a heap of fire, Hanuma the son of Marut, who is the envoy of Indra, was surprised to see that great mountain of herbs and then made a search for the herbs. That Hanuma, the great Vanara, having crossed thousands of Yojanas, walked around that mountain, searching for the heavenly herbs. Knowing then that somebody was coming in search of them, all the distinguished herbs on that mountain disappeared from Hanumas view. In not seeing them thus, that great souled Hanuma was enraged. He made a loud noise in anger unable to bear it, Hanuma with his eyes as red as the fire, spoke the following words to the prince of mountains.
O prince of mountains! Is it quite sure that you have not shown any compassion for Rama? If it is so, overcome by the strength of my arms find yourself shattered to pieces today. Fiercely seizing hold of the top of that mountain, furnished with thousands of minerals, with its trees, Elephants and gold, with the projections of mountain shattered and the crest of its plateau set on fire, at once sprang up with speed. Having uprooted that mountain, frightening the worlds together with the leaders of Suras and Asuras inhabiting them and being praised by many aerial beings, Hanuma sprang up into the sky and proceeded expeditiously with the terrible speed of Garuda the eagle.
Grasping that mountain peak, radiant as the sun, that Hanuma who resembled the sun, having reached the orbit of the sun, shone as a second sun (as suns image) in the vicinity of the sun. In the sky, with that mountain in his hand, that Hanuma the offspring of the wind god, who resembled a mountain himself, appeared mostly like Vishnu with his flaming discuss with its thousand edges holding his hand. Then, seeing Hanuma, the Vanaras made a noise. Seeing them, Hanuma in turn roared in delight. Hearing their awfully excessive noises the inhabitants of Lanka roared still more terribly.
Thereupon, the great souled Hanuma descended on that prince of mountains Trikuta() in the midst of that army of Vanaras. Having offered salutation to the illustrious Vanaras there with his head bent low, he then embraced Vibhishana By inhaling that fragrance of those great herbs, both Rama and Lakshmana became healed of their wounds then and there. Other Vanara warriors rose up. By the fragrance of those most powerful herbs, all those Vanara warriors who were earlier dead were healed momentarily of their wounds, relieved of their pain, even as those who are asleep fully get up at the close of night. From the day the Vanaras and Rakshasas began to fight in Lanka, from that day onwards, under the orders of Ravana, all those Rakshasas, who were being killed by the foremost of Vanaras were being thrown away into the sea as and when they were killed, merely or the sake of honour (so that their number may not be known to the Vanaras).
Then, Hanuma the son of Marut, with a great speed, carried away that mountain of herbs quickly back to the mountains of Himalayas and again joined Rama.