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Yuddha Kānda (The War Book): Canto 73 — Indrajít’s Victory

But Indrajít the fierce and bold With words like these his sire consoled: “Dismiss, O King, thy grief and dread, And be not thus disquieted. Against this numbing sorrow strive, For Indrajít is yet alive; And none in battle may withstand The fury of his strong right hand. This day, O sire, thine eyes shall see The sons of Raghu slain by me.”

He ceased: he bade the king farewell: Clear, mid the roar of drum and shell, The clash of sword and harness rang As to his car the warrior sprang. Close followed by his Rákshas train Through Lanká’s gate he reached the plain. Then down he leapt, and bade a band Of giants by the chariot stand: Then with due rites, as rules require, Did worship to the Lord of Fire. The sacred oil, as texts ordain, With wreaths of scented flowers and grain, Within the flame in order due, That mightiest of the giants threw. There on the ground were spear and blade, And arrowy leaves and fuel laid; An iron ladle deep and wide, And robes with sanguine colours dyed. Beside him stood a sable goat: The giant seized it by the throat, And straight from the consuming flame Auspicious signs of victory came. For swiftly, curling to the right, The fire leapt up with willing light Undimmed by smoky cloud, and, red Like gold, upon the offering fed. They brought him, while the flame yet glowed, The dart by Brahmá’s grace bestowed, And all the arms he wielded well Were charmed with text and holy spell.

Insight

Indrajit before his next battle performs a fire ritual on the field, with goat and oil and ladle and Vedic mantra, to draw the Brahmā-weapon into his arrows. The detail matters because of what comes next in later cantos: he will be killed by Lakṣmaṇa while still inside an unfinished sacrifice. Readers of the Kishkindhā Kāṇḍa will hear the echo from earlier in the epic, when Rāma shot Vālī from behind. Both killings break a convention that the conventions themselves take seriously: do not kill the man at his sacrifice, do not kill the man from cover. The text raises the same dharma-question twice and does not pretend it has been settled. Whether the necessity of the war justifies these breaches is a debate the commentators have carried for centuries.On the Vālī parallel and the Indrajit-during-sacrifice problem: A.K. Ramanujan, 'Three Hundred Rāmāyaṇas' in The Collected Essays (1999); Madhu Kishwar, Off the Beaten Track (1999), ch. on Rāma's dharma-violations.

Then fiercer for the fight he burned, And at the foe his chariot turned, While all his followers lifting high Their maces charged with furious cry. Dire, yet more dire the battle grew, As rocks and trees and arrows flew. The giant shot his shafts like rain, And Vánars fell in myriads slain, Sugríva, Angad, Níla felt The wounds his hurtling arrows dealt. His shafts the blood of Gaya drank; Hanúmán reeled and Mainda sank. Bright as the glances of the sun Came the swift darts they could not shun. Caught in the arrowy nets he wove, In vain the sons of Raghu strove; And Ráma, by the darts oppressed, His brother chieftain thus addressed: “See, first this giant warrior sends Destruction, mid our Vánar friends, And now his arrows thick and fast Their binding net around us cast. To Brahmá’s grace the chieftain owes The matchless power and might he shows; And mortal strength in vain contends With him whom Brahmá’s self befriends. Then let us still with dauntless hearts Endure this storm of pelting darts. Soon must we sink bereaved of sense; And then the victor, hurrying hence, Will seek his father in his hall And tell him of his foemen’s fall.” He ceased: o’erpowered by shaft and spell The sons of Raghu reeled and fell. The Rákshas on their bodies gazed; And, mid the shouts his followers raised, Sped back to Lanká to relate In Rávaṇ’s hall the princes’ fate.