Vaalmeeki describes beautifully the majestic appearance of the fallen hero. A
true warrior is never so beautiful as when he lies dying on the field of battle.
Astounded at being hit and laid low, when
he least expected it from an unknown quarter, Vaali looked round in perplexed surprise and
saw Raama and Lakshmana approaching him bow in hand. With tears of indignant wrath, and in
a voice faint with approaching dissolution, he accused them of ignoble perfidy in dealing
causeless death to a person engaged in combat with another.
"Raama," he said, "you are
the son of Emperor; Dasaratha. Born of a noble race and famous by your own exploits, how
did you bring yourself to do this deed? The world is full of praises for your valour and
virtue. And yet, while I was absorbed in a battle with another, you came unseen and, from
behind, shot a fatal arrow at me. |
