When they reached the fringe of the Mt. Rishyamuka area all rested in the thickets of forest trees. After a few minutes of rest Rama looked at Sugreeva and nodded with a smile. Then Sugreeva, the forest lover with a tumultuous voice assumed tremendous fury and looking at his followers and nodded. And they all got up. Then Sugreeva got up, too and addressed Rama "My dear pal, I am now going again to fight a duel with Vali. This time it will be to the bitter end. My chum, please do not forget this time your promise regarding the elimination of Vali."
Rama replied with a smile "My dear chap, I surely will execute my promise this time. However, please do not forget to remember not to lose the creeper-garland that Lakshmana plucked out and garlanded you. I hereby reiterate that this creeper-garland of gaja-flowers alone is your identification and perhaps your lifeline, too. By the way, mate, you are shining forth with this creeper-garland laced at your neck like the night time sun with a garland of stars!
"Oh My dear fellow, today will be the day you will be released from the fear of Vali. And today is the last day for Vali."
The voice and the words of Rama gave Sugreeva a tremendous confidence. With great joy and overflowing happiness, he blared a gruesome blare as though to completely rend the sky. That blare marred the serenity of cows and they started running helter-skelter like the well-born ladies who were mishandled by invaders due to the misrule of their own king. Likewise the deer were hurriedly fleeing like war horses whose riders were killed, and the birds in the sky were falling on the ground like planets or stars when their merit diminished.
Sugreeva, the son of Sun, who was well-known for cloud like thundering, and whose vigour was now reinforced and his bravery very much boosted by Rama, then promptly released an oceanic roar like an ocean with splashing waves drifted by gales. He was positive that his roaring call for duel would definitely have been heard by Vali.
And it did.
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Rama replied with a smile "My dear chap, I surely will execute my promise this time. However, please do not forget to remember not to lose the creeper-garland that Lakshmana plucked out and garlanded you. I hereby reiterate that this creeper-garland of gaja-flowers alone is your identification and perhaps your lifeline, too. By the way, mate, you are shining forth with this creeper-garland laced at your neck like the night time sun with a garland of stars!
"Oh My dear fellow, today will be the day you will be released from the fear of Vali. And today is the last day for Vali."
The voice and the words of Rama gave Sugreeva a tremendous confidence. With great joy and overflowing happiness, he blared a gruesome blare as though to completely rend the sky. That blare marred the serenity of cows and they started running helter-skelter like the well-born ladies who were mishandled by invaders due to the misrule of their own king. Likewise the deer were hurriedly fleeing like war horses whose riders were killed, and the birds in the sky were falling on the ground like planets or stars when their merit diminished.
Sugreeva, the son of Sun, who was well-known for cloud like thundering, and whose vigour was now reinforced and his bravery very much boosted by Rama, then promptly released an oceanic roar like an ocean with splashing waves drifted by gales. He was positive that his roaring call for duel would definitely have been heard by Vali.
And it did.
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