Heard my complaint and made reply:
“Borne on swift wings ere day was light
I stood upon Mahendra's[773] height,
And, far below, the sea I viewed
And birds in countless multitude.
Before mine eyes a giant flew
Whose monstrous form was dark of hue
And struggling in his grasp was borne
A lady radiant as the morn.
Swift to the south his course he bent,