O think upon thy brother still.”
As thus the trembling Lakshmaṇ cried,
The dauntless Ráma thus replied:
“Brother, from causeless dread forbear.
A chief like thee should scorn despair.”
He spoke to soothe his wild alarm:
Then fierce Kabandha[517] long of arm,
Among the Dánavs[518] first and best,
The sons of Raghu thus addressed:
“What men are you, whose shoulders show