Ramayana 5.103

"Thou bringest me," she cried again, "A mingled draught of bliss and pain: Bliss, that he wears me in his heart, Pain, that he wakes and weeps apart, O, see how Fate is king of all, Now lifts us high, now bids us fall, And leads a captive bound with cord The meanest slave, the proudest lord, Thus even now Fate's stern decree Has struck with grief my lord and me. Say, how shall Rama reach the shore Of sorrow's waves that rise and roar, A shipwrecked sailor, well nigh drowned In the wild sea that foams around? When will he smite the demon down, Lay low in dust the giants' town, And, glorious from his foes' defeat, His wife, his long-lost Sita, meet? Go, bid him speed to smite his foes Before the year shall reach its close. Ten months are fled but two remain, Then Ravan's captive must be slain. Oft has Vibhishan,(863) just and wise, Besought him to restore his prize. But deaf is Ravan's senseless ear: His brother's rede he will not hear. Vibhishan's daughter(864) loves me well: From her I learnt the tale I tell. Avindhva(865) prudent, just, and old, The giant's fall has oft foretold; But Fate impels him to despise His word on whom he most relies. In Rama's love I rest secure, For my fond heart is true and pure, And him, my noblest lord, I deem In valour, power, and might supreme."