Each God, each sage became a sire,
Each minstrel of the heavenly quire,[112]
Each faun,[113] of children strong and good
Whose feet should roam the hill and wood.
Snakes, bards,[114] and spirits,[115] serpents bold
Had sons too numerous to be told.
Báli, the woodland hosts who led,
High as Mahendra's[116] lofty head,
Was Indra's child. That noblest fire,
The Sun, was great Sugríva's sire,