For Vánars there need fear no ill.
Near, bright as turkis, Vajra[719] named,
There stands a hill of diamond framed.
Soaring a hundred leagues in pride,
With trees and creepers glorified.
Search there each cave and dark abyss
By waterfall and precipice.
Far in that sea the wild waves beat
On Chakraván's[720] firm-rooted feet.
Where the great discus,[721] thousand rayed,