Ravan's First Battle-the Javelin-stroke Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC AA DD EE FF AA G HI JJ KG BB LM NO CC PP QR SS AA TU VV SS LM W LL XX SS II BB RR FF| 'Gainst the God assisted Rama Ravan's efforts all were vain | A |
| Leaguered Lanka vainly struggled in her adamantine chain | A |
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| Wrathful Rakshas with their forces vainly issued through the gate | B |
| Chiefs and serried ranks of warriors met the same resistless fate | B |
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| Dark eyed chief Dhumraksha sallied with the fierce tornado's shock | C |
| Hanuman of peerless prowess slayed him with a rolling rock | C |
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| Iron tooth d Vajra danshtra dashed through countless Vanars slain | A |
| But the young and gallant Angad laid him lifeless on the plain | A |
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| Akampan unshaken warrior issued out of Lanka's wall | D |
| Hanuman was true and watchful speedy was the Raksha's fall | D |
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| Then the mighty armed Prahasta strove to break the hostile line | E |
| But the gallant Nila felled him as the woodman fells the pine | E |
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| Bravest chiefs and countless soldiers sallied forth to face the fight | F |
| Broke not Rama's iron circle 'scaped not Rama's wondrous might | F |
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| Ravan could no longer tarry for his mightiest chiefs were slain | A |
| Foremost leaders dearest kinsmen lying on the gory plain | A |
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| 'Lofty scorn of foes unworthy spared them from my flaming ire | G |
| But the blood of slaughtered kinsmen claims from me a vengeance dire ' | - |
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| Speaking thus the wrathful Ravan mounted on his thundering car | H |
| Flame resplendent was the chariot drawn by matchless steeds of war | I |
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| Beat of drum and voice of sankha and the Raksha's battle cry | J |
| Song of triumph chanted mantra smote the echoing vault of sky | J |
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| And the troops like cloudy masses with their eyes of lightning fire | K |
| Girt their monarch as his legions girdle RUDRA in his ire | G |
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| Rolled the car with peal of thunder through the city's lofty gate | B |
| And each fierce and fiery Raksha charged with warrior's deathless hate | B |
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| And the vigour of the onset cleft the stunned and scattered foe | L |
| As a strong bark cleaves the billows riding on the ocean's brow | M |
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| Brave Sugriva king of Vanars met the foeman fierce and strong | N |
| And a rock with mighty effort on the startled Ravan flung | O |
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| Vain the toil disdainful Ravan dashed aside the flying rock | C |
| Brave Sugriva pierced by arrows fainted neath the furious shock | C |
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| Next Susena chief and elder Nala and Gavaksha bold | P |
| Hurled them on the path of Ravan speeding in his car of gold | P |
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| Vainly heaved the rock and missile vainly did with trees assail | Q |
| Onward sped the conquering Ravan pierced the fainting Vanars fell | R |
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| Hanuman the son of MARUT next against the Raksha came | S |
| Fierce and strong as stormy MARUT warrior of unrivalled fame | S |
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| But the Raksha's mighty onset gods nor mortals might sustain | A |
| Hauuman in red blood welt'ring rolled upon the gory plain | A |
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| Onward rolled the car of Ravan where the dauntless Nila stood | T |
| Armed with rock and tree and missile thirsting for the Raksha's blood | U |
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| Vainly fought the valiant Nila pierced by Ravan's pointed dart | V |
| On the gory field of battle poured the red blood of his heart | V |
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| Onward through the scattered forces Ravan's conquering chariot came | S |
| Where in pride mid dauntless valour Lakshman stood of warlike fame | S |
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| Calm and proud the gallant Lakshman marked the all resistless foe | L |
| Boldly challenged Lanka's monarch as he held aloft his bow | M |
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| 'Welcome mighty Lord of Lanka wage with me an equal strife | W |
| Wherefore with thy royal prowess seek the humble Vanars' life ' | - |
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| 'Hath thy fate ' so answered Ravan 'brought thee to thy deadly foe | L |
| Welcome valiant son of Ra hu Ravan longs to lay thee low | L |
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| Then they closed in dubious battle Lanka's Lord his weapon bent | X |
| Seven bright arrows keen and whistling on the gallant Lakshman sent | X |
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| Vain the toil for watchful Lakshman stout of heart and true of aim | S |
| With his darts like shooting sunbeams cleft each arrow as it came | S |
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| Bleeding from the darts of Lakshman pale with anger wounded sore | I |
| Ravan drew at last his Sakti gift of Gods in days of yore | I |
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| Javelin of flaming splendour deadly like the shaft of Fate | B |
| Ravan hurled on dauntless Lakshman in his fierce and furious hate | B |
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| Vain were Lakshman's human weapons aimed with skill directed well | R |
| Pierced by Sakti gallant Lakshman in his red blood fainting fell | R |
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| Wrathful Rama saw the combat and arose in godlike might | F |
| Bleeding Ravan turned to Lanka sought his safety in his flight | F |
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