Nor thought of her I came to save,—
Doomed by my own rash folly, doomed
To perish in the flames consumed.
If I, when anger drove me wild,
Have caused the death of Janak's child,
The kindled flame shall end my woe,
Or the deep fires that burn below,[886]
Or my forsaken corse shall be
Food for the monsters of the sea.
How can I meet Sugríva? how