Thy people and thine old renown.”
Canto XVII. Vibhishan's Flight.
Soon as his bitter words were said,
To Raghu's sons Vibhishaṇ fled.[927]
Their eyes the Vánar leaders raised
And on the air-borne Rákhshas gazed,
Bright as a thunderbolt, in size
Like Meru's peak that cleaves the skies.
In gorgeous panoply arrayed