Indrajit's Assurance

Indrajit the son of Ravan then his lofty purpose told, 'Midst the best and boldest Rakshas none so gallant, none so bold: 'Wherefore, noble king and father, pale Bibhishan's counsel hear, Scion of the race of Rakshas speaks not thus in dastard fear, In this race of valiant Rakshas, known for deeds of glory done, Feeble-hearted, faint in courage, save Bibhishan, there is none! Matched with meanest of the Rakshas what are sons of mortal men, What are homeless human brothers hiding in the hermit's den, Shall we yield to weary wand'rers, driven from their distant home, Chased from throne and father's kingdom in the desert woods to roam? Lord of sky and nether region, INDRA 'neath my weapon fell, Pale Immortals know my valour and my warlike deeds can tell, INDRA'S tusker, huge Airavat, by my prowess overthrown, Trumpeted its anguished accents, shaking sky and earth with groan, Mighty Gods and dauntless Daityas fame of Indrajit may know, And he yields not, king and father, to a homeless human foe!'