And hope in every breast awoke:
“Though lost my wings, and strength decayed,
Yet shall my words lend Ráma aid.
I know the worlds where Vishṇu trod,[766]
I know the realm of Ocean's God;
How Asurs fought with heavenly foes,
And Amrit from the churning rose.[767]
A mighty task before me lies,
To prosper Ráma's enterprise,
A task too hard for one whom length