Ramayana 3.296

Thus brave Jatayus, best of birds, Addressed the fiend with moving words, Then ready for the swift attack Swooped down upon the giant's back. Down to the bone the talons went; With many a wound the flesh was rent: Such blows infuriate drivers deal Their elephants with pointed steel. Fixed in his back the strong beak lay, The talons stripped the flesh away. He fought with claws and beak and wing, And tore the long hair of the king. Still as the royal vulture beat The giant with his wings and feet, Swelled the fiend's lips, his body shook With furious rage too great to brook. About the Maithil dame he cast One huge left arm and held her fast. In furious rage to frenzy fanned He struck the vulture with his hand. Jatayus mocked the vain assay, And rent his ten left arms away. Down dropped the severed limbs: anew Ten others from his body grew: Thus bright with pearly radiance glide Dread serpents from the hillock side, Again in wrath the giant pressed The lady closer to his breast, And foot and fist sent blow on blow In ceaseless fury at the foe. So fierce and dire the battle, waged Between those mighty champions, raged: Here was the lord of giants, there The noblest of the birds of air. Thus, as his love of Rama taught, The faithful vulture strove and fought. But Ravan seized his sword and smote His wings and side and feet and throat. At mangled side and wing he bled; He fell, and life was almost fled. The lady saw her champion lie, His plumes distained with gory dye, And hastened to the vulture's side Grieving as though a kinsman died. The lord of Lanka's island viewed The vulture as he lay: Whose back like some dark cloud was hued, His breast a paly grey, Like ashes, when by none renewed, The flame has died away. The lady saw with mournful eye, Her champion press the plain,-- The royal bird, her true ally Whom Ravan's might had slain. Her soft arms locked in strict embrace Around his neck she kept, And lovely with her moon-bright face Bent o'er her friend and wept.