Rāmāyaṇacampū 1.22

1.22

The breezes, suspecting the danger of falling even for ripe blossoms, are not capable of stirring in the least among the group of celestial trees headed by the mandāra, brought by that son of Pulastya from Indra's garden to the garden of his own palace, whose irrigation basins are turned to mud by lukewarm flowing waters from the pair of blue-lotus eyes of the enslaved divine beauties and from the golden jars held in their lotus-hands.
Even these sacrificial fires, bearing the name Hutavaha that carries the apprehension of customary usage, carry the burden of the cook's office in his house, headed by the householder's fire Gārhapatya.
Why say more? Having obtained invulnerability from others through the boon of the Four-faced One, thinking that dishonor would never come from a mortal, arrogant, his chest marked with calluses from the wounds made by the spear-like tusks of the world-elephants encountered in battle, Rāvaṇa, overpowering the three worlds like a wild elephant trampling a bed of land-lotuses, never recognizes us at all as belonging to you."
Then the blessed one, Madhusūdana, hearing the speech of the host of gods, / with a smile white as moonlight rising from an emerald mountain, / spoke words that were a sweet stream of nectar: [22]