Ramayana 5.113

Dismissed with every honour due The Vanar from the spot withdrew. Then joyous thought the Wind-God's son: "The mighty task is wellnigh done. The three expedients I must leave; The fourth alone can I achieve.(870) These dwellers in the giants' isle No arts of mine can reconcile. I cannot bribe: I cannot sow Dissension mid the Rakshas foe. Arts, gifts, address, these fiends despise; But force shall yet their king chastise. Perchance he may relent when all The bravest of his chieftains fall. This lovely grove will I destroy, The cruel Ravan's pride and joy. The garden where he takes his ease Mid climbing plants and flowery trees That lift their proud tops to the skies, Dear to the tyrant as his eyes. Then will he rouse in wrath, and lead His legions with the car and steed And elephants in long array, And seek me thirsty for the fray. The Rakshas legions will I meet, And all his bravest host defeat; Then, glorious from the bloody plain, Turn to my lord the king again."