He fears not fierce Sugríva's frown.

Alas, alas! what miseries spring

From that rash promise of the king![764]

His own sad death, and Ráma sent

With Lakshmaṇ forth to banishment:

The Maithil lady borne away:

Jaṭáyus slain in mortal fray:

The fall of Báli when the dart

Of Ráma quivered in his heart:

And, after toil and pain and care,