There lives not one whose heart would dare

To meet thy Ráma in the fight,

Like Indra's self unmatched in might.

Such idle words thou must not say

Thy Ráma lives whom none may slay.

I will not, cannot leave thee here

In the wild wood till he be near.

The mightiest strength can ne'er withstand

His eager force, his vigorous hand.

No, not the triple world allied