His counsel, and to Rávaṇ turned:

“Thy life from peril will I free

And slay the foe who threatens thee.

A hero never vaunts in vain,

Like bellowing clouds devoid of rain,

Nor, Monarch, be thine ear inclined

To counsellors of slavish kind,

Who with mean arts their king mislead

And mar each gallant plan and deed.

O, let not words like his beguile