“Ah! Lord of Raghus, peerless champion of the world, reliever of distress and delighter of the suppliant, ah! the sun that gladdens the lotus-like race of Raghu, for what fault of mine have you become so hard-hearted against your nature? Ah! Lakƒma˜a, the fault is none of yours; I have reaped the fruit of the temper I showed.” Manifold were the lamentations that Videha’s Daughter uttered. “Though boundless his mercy, my loving lord is far away. Who will apprize the lord of my calamity? An ass would eat the sacrificial oblation!” At the sound of S¶tŒ’s loud wailing all created beings, whether animate or inanimate, felt distressed, Ja¢Œyu (the king of vultures) heard the piteous cry and recognized (from Her voice) that it was the spouse of Ýr¶ RŒma, the Glory of Raghu’s race, who was being carried away by the vile demon (RŒva˜a) like a dun cow that had fallen into the hands of some barbarian. “S¶tŒ, my daughter, fear not; I will kill this demon.” The bird darted off in its fury like a thunderbolt hurled against a mountain. “Why do you not stop, O villain ? You are proceeding fearlessly as if you have not yet known me!” When he saw the vulture bearing down upon him like Death, the ten-headed monster turned towards him and reflected, “Is it Mount MainŒka or can it be Garu˛a (the king of birds) ? The latter, however, knows my strength as also his lord (BhagavŒn Viƒ˜u)!” When the bird drew near, he recognized it and said, “ It is no other than the aged Ja¢Œyu; he has come to drop his body at the sanctuary of my hands.” At this the vulture rushed in the excitement of his fury, exclaiming: “ Listen, RŒva˜a, to my advice and return home safely, letting Janaka’s Daughter alone. Otherwise despite your many arms what will happen is this: in the most terrible flame of Ýr¶ RŒma’s wrath your whole house will be consumed like a moth.” Bellicose RŒva˜a, however gave no answer. The vulture (Ja¢Œyu) thereupon rushed wildly on and clutching the demon by his hair pulled him from the chariot so that he fell to the ground. Having placed S¶tŒ in a safe retreat, the vulture turned once more towards RŒva˜a and striking him with his beak tore his body. For nearly half an hour RŒva˜a lay unconscious. Much annoyed at this the demon now angrily drew his most dreadful sword and cut off JatŒyu’s wings. Invoking Ýr¶ RŒma and having accomplished marvellous feats, the bird fell to the ground. RŒva˜a took S¶tŒ once more into his car and drove off in haste, greatly alarmed. S¶tŒ was borne through the air lamenting like a frightened doe caught in the trap of a hunter. Perceiving some monkeys perched on a hill She dropped some cloth uttering Ýr¶ Hari’s name. In this manner RŒva˜a took S¶tŒ away and kept Her in the AÜoka garden. (1—13)