Ramayana 4.98b

Our child the distant forest sought, And, learnt from spies, the tidings brought. Two sons of Dasaratha, sprung From old Ikshvaku, brave and young, Renowned in arms, in war untamed-- Rama and Lakshman are they named-- Have with thy foe Sugriva made A league of love and friendly aid. Now Rama, famed for exploit high, Is bound thy brother's firm ally, Like fires of doom(579) that ruin all He makes each foe before him fall. He is the suppliant's sure defence, The tree that shelters innocence. The poor and wretched seek his feet: In him the noblest glories meet. With skill and knowledge vast and deep His sire's commands he loved to keep; With princely gifts and graces stored As metals deck the Mountains' Lord.(580) Thou canst not, O my hero, stand Before the might of Rama's hand; For none may match his powers or dare With him in deeds of war compare. Hear, I entreat, the words I say, Nor lightly turn my rede away. O let fraternal discord cease, And link you in the bonds of peace. Let consecrating rites ordain Sugriva partner of thy reign. Let war and thoughts of conflict end, And be thou his and Rama's friend, Each soft approach of love begin, And to thy soul thy brother win; For whether here or there he be, Thy brother still, dear lord, is he. Though far and wide these eyes I strain A friend like him I seek in vain. Let gentle words his heart incline, And gifts and honours make him thine, Till, foes no more, in love allied, You stand as brothers side by side. Thou in high rank wast wont to hold Sugriva, formed in massive mould; Then come, thy brother's love regain, For other aids are weak and vain. If thou would please my soul, and still Preserve me from all fear and ill, I pray thee by thy love be wise And do the thing which I advise. Assuage thy fruitless wrath, and shun The mightier arms of Raghu's son; For Indra's peer in might is he, A foe too strong, my lord, for thee."