My foes beneath my arm will fall.

The Rákshas, when my queen he stole,

Brought sure destruction on his soul,

Like Anuhláda[651] who beguiled

Queen Śachí called Puloma's child.

Yes, near, Sugríva, is the day

When I my demon foe shall slay,

As conquering Indra in his ire

Slew Queen Paulomí's haughty sire.”[652]

He ceased: thick clouds of dust rose high