who wrote mahabharata and ramayana

But at night in lonesome silence oft her woman’s heart would grieve, Insults rankled in her bosom and her tresses were unbound,—.

Anchorites and agéd Brahmans blessed Savitri fervently. Mounted on their glittering mansions where the tints harmonious blend. On the pyre they lifted Ravan in the richest robes arrayed.

how they fill my breast with fear! Breathes upon the earth no warrior who could face thee in the fight. And hath ever loved and cherished subjects with a father’s care. No mightier archer treads this broad and spacious earth. With his queen and with his infant did the feeble monarch stray. Noble prince whose peerless arrows could the peaks of Mandar stain. Gently to the dying Bhishma in the midnight darkness came!

Abhimanyu wiped his forehead, gazed where dark his foemen stood!

Drupad longed to give his daughter peerless in her maiden grace. Like the fiery bolt of lightning Arjun’s lurid arrow sped. Speed by night the silent chariot, we may travel fast and far. “Take this car,” so said Matali, “which the helping Gods provide. For Hanuman had not only penetrated into his island and discovered Sita in her imprisonment, but had also managed to burn down a great portion of the city before he left the island. And I sent my fatal arrow on the unknown, unseen prey. “Be it so,” Yudhishthir answered, “to Panchala we repair, View the wedding of the princess and the royal bounty share,”.

King and prince from Matsya kingdom grace this noble wedding-feast. The name of Agastya is connected with the Deccan, and many are the legends told of this great Saint, before whom the Vindhya mountains bent in awe, and by whose might the Southern ocean was drained.

Golden peacock rich-emblazoned was young Abhimanyu’s joy. Ravan’s brother Kumbha-karna, from his wonted slumber woke. Thou shalt find no truer comrade than Sugriva in thy life.

Five and twenty righteous summers graced my good and gracious lord. There Sugriva king of Vanars, Hanuman his henchman brave.

Welcomed too from distant regions monarchs and the kings of men. She would take no rest or slumber, nourishment of drink or food.

With his arrows still unfailing, Arjun pierced them one and all!

Fair Panchala’s ancient monarch rose his secret thoughts to tell.

Bold and bright in open sunshine radiant Karna stood revealed!

Fruitful be thy lore of Veda, fruitful be each pious rite, Be thy queen a fruitful mother, be thy empire full of might!”. Fierce Duhsasan heard the mandate, blood-shot was his flaming eye. Banished are the guiltless children and thy lord and king is slain!

To his son the gentle Bharat, thus the ancient monarch spoke: “Know, my son, the prince Kaikeya, Yudajit of warlike fame. Let not light unthinking children point to him in utter scorn. Prowlers of the darksome jungle!

Bleeding from the darts of Lakshman, pale with anger, wounded sore. Salya too is skilled, like Krishna, with the steed and battle-car, Equal thus I meet my foeman in this last and fatal war!”.

In the blood of sinful Drupad we the righteous laws maintain, Such disgrace in future ages monarchs shall not meet again!”.

How by Queen Kaikeyi’s mandate Rama lost his father’s throne.

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Faint Sugriva fiercely struggling ’neath his brother’s prowess fell! For he swerveth not from duty kingdom of the sky to win.

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