The Lineage of Raghu 4.61

4.61

yavanīmukhapadmānāṃ sehe madhumadaṃ na saḥ
bālātapam ivābjānām akālajaladodayaḥ //

Which, sandal-clad, like twin breasts crown the shore.
Invincible in might, the Sahya range
He crossed, by Ocean left—as 'twere Earth's loins
Reft of their garment: Jamadagni's son
Of old disjoined them, but as Raghu's hosts
Marched further west, the sea and mountain met.
Low bowed the Sahyas, and their choicest pearl—
140From Ocean won where Saptaparni flows
Down to the Sea,—presented, symbol fair
Of spotless fame. Fine-powdered sandalwood,
Which women of Karela wore, with dust
Raised by his army soon the King replaced.
Unforced the yellow seed of Ketakas,
Which river-breezes waft from Muralâ,
Was scented powder for his mail-clad host.
Through forests sighed the wind: their harness clanked
On swiftly-moving steeds, that overpowered
150Areca-trees deep-rustling, while black bees
Dropped from Punnâgas on the streaming brows
Of elephants love-maddened, tied to trunks
Of smooth date-bearing palms. The Sea, men tell,
At Jamadagni's bidding ceased to flow,—
But through the Western King its tribute gave
To Raghu. He Trikûta's mountain made,—
Where furious elephants had graved his fame
For all to see,—the record of his deeds,
A mighty pillar. 'Gainst the Persians next
160He through the desert marched, as holy men
By Sacred Learning smite their inbred foes,
The senses. Scarcely could the King withstand
Soft wiles of Yavan women, lotus-faced,
That sought his love,—as Autumn-clouds must fade,
Untimely-risen, when the Sun new-born
Beams bright above the lotus. Fiercest war