That watched in Indra's palace lay.

Such was the hermit-sheltering tree

Which Rávaṇ turned his eye to see.

Still marked where Garuḍ sought to rest,

The fig-tree bore the name of Blest.

When Rávaṇ stayed his chariot o'er

The ocean's heart-enchanting shore,

He saw a hermitage that stood

Sequestered in the holy wood.

He saw the fiend Márícha there