Thus by the mighty Sire addressed
    They all obeyed his high behest,
    And thus begot in countless swarms
    Brave sons disguised in sylvan forms. 
    Each God, each sage became a sire,
    Each minstrel of the heavenly choir. 
    Each faun, of children strong and good
    Whose feet should roam the hill and wood. 
    Snakes, bards, and spirits, serpents bold
    Had sons too numerous to be told. 
    Bali, the woodland hosts who led,
    High as Mahendra’s lofty head,
    Was Indra’s child.  That noblest fire,
    The Sun, was great Sugriva’s sire. 
    Tara, the mighty monkey, he
    Was offspring of Vrihaspati—­
    Tara the matchless chieftain, boast
    For wisdom of the Vanar host. 
    Of Gandhamadan brave and bold
    The father was the Lord of Gold. 
    Nala the mighty, dear to fame,
    Of skilful Visvakarma came. 
    From Agni, Nila bright as flame,
    Who in his splendor, might, and worth,
    Surpassed the sire who gave him birth. 
    The heavenly Asvins, swift and fair,
    Were fathers of a noble pair,
    Who, Dwivida and Mainda named,
    For beauty like their sires were famed. 
    Varun was father of Sushen,
    Of Sarabh, he who sends the rain. 
    Hanuman, best of monkey kind,
    Was son of him who breathes the wind—­
    Like thunderbolt in frame was he,
    And swift as Garud’s self could flee. 
    These thousands did the Gods create
    Endowed with might that none could mate,
    In monkey forms that changed at will—­
    So strong their wish the fiend to kill. 
    In mountain size, like lions thewed,
    Up-sprang the wondrous multitude,
    Auxiliar hosts in every shape,
    Monkey and bear and highland ape. 
    In each the strength, the might, the mien
    Of his own parent God were seen. 
    Some chiefs of Vanar mothers came,
    Some of she-bear and minstrel dame,
    Skilled in all arms in battle’s shock,
    The brandished tree, the loosened rock;
    And prompt, should other weapons fail,
    To fight and slay with tooth and nail. 
    Their strength could shake the hills amain. 
    And rend the rooted trees in twain,
    Disturb with their impetuous sweep
    The Rivers’ Lord, the Ocean deep,
    Rend with their feet the seated ground,
    And pass wide floods with airy bound—­
    Or forcing through the sky their way
    The very clouds by force could stay. 
    Mad elephants that wander through
    The forest wilds, could they subdue,
    And with their furious shout could scare
    Dead upon earth the birds of air. 
    So were the sylvan chieftains formed;
    Thousands on thousands still they swarmed. 
    These were the leaders honored most,
    The captains of the Vanar host,
    And to each lord and chief and guide