Sugriva said, “A passion lighted Vali’s eyes as he marched into Kishkinda, his arrogant foot rocked the land, and his ferocious rage permitted no forbearance! He listened to me plead my innocence and ask him to accept me and be my guardian with a doubting lack of interest. Even my offer to assist him by carrying his regal canopy was rejected! He wouldn’t accept that I had kept watch for a whole year until the terrible cries of anguish had come from the cave, at which point I had sadly gone, declaring him dead! “I even made the offer to return the realm I was holding in trust while defending it from adversaries and conflicts. I didn’t want the throne and didn’t agree to the coronation. The Vanaras of Kishkinda and the ministers, who did not want the kingdom to go without a ruler, forced it all upon me. However, because you are present, it should be you who is in charge. Vali, who was nasty and vindictive, had urged his ministers and followers to disparage Sugriva. Vali refused to accept that he had never been deceived, heaping unjustified blame onto him. He said that it had taken him a year to find Mayavi and murder him in the intricate underground labyrinths. And that the exit was blocked when he attempted to leave. “I shouted for Sugriva, but I really meant to call for a sibling who was gone! Sugriva had ruthlessly shut the cave after abandoning his station to assume the king! because his love for me was bigger than his desire for the kingdom. Sugriva was then expelled from the nation by Vali. Rama offered his support when Sugriva had done recounting his troubles, stating, “These lethal arrows of mine, which move at the speed of the wind, will always reach their target. Your troubles will soon come to an end since Vali will only live as long as I do not see him. As Sugriva experienced sentiments of excitement and optimism for the first time in a very long time, he gladly worshipped Rama.
Sugriva felt liberated and unafraid. He was aware that if Rama became enraged, his arrows could destroy the three realms. He continued, “Rama, listen to me about Vali’s greatness before you meet him. I want you to know everything about Vali. He rises much ahead of the Sun and travels among the four oceans to worship them. He is capable of uprooting enormous trees and shattering mountain peaks with his boundless energy and unmatched power. At that time, an Asura by the name of Dundubhi existed. He possessed the physical strength of a thousand elephants, the size of a giant, and the misguided belief that his might was unmatched. One day, his conceit brought him to the ocean, where the depths held rich stones and the white crested waves surged and fell. He entered the turbulent sea and declared battle on it! I am not the one to battle with you, Dundubhi! The sea lord exclaimed, turning to face the demon who had no human form and whose existence was about to end. The father-in-law of Lord Siva, who goes by the name of Himavanth, resides in the region of the ascetics. He is a formidable foe and the Lord of the Mountains. Dundubhi saw the sea Lord’s unwillingness to engage in fight as a sign of weakness, so he turned back and fired an arrow-like attack towards the Himalayan woods. As soon as he arrived at his target, he threw himself against the mountains, causing rocks the size of elephants to fall. Do not bother me Dundubhi, I am not fit to battle, Himavanth replied as he manifested himself as a gentle white cloud on his own top. I cannot disturb the many holy men who reside in me. “Is this denial due to fear or is it lack of skill?,” said Dundubhi, his eyes becoming hot. I must battle right away! Tell me about a rival who can compete with me! Himavanth, indignant at Dundubhi’s arrogant demand, retorted, “In the city of Kishkinda resides the great Vanara Vali whose talents in fight are unmatched. He is impregnable and immune to harm. Dhundubhi appeared at the doors of Kishkinda roaring like a kettledrum, eager to face his equal! The Rakshasa tore at trees, sliced the ground with his hooves, smashed the gates with his horns, and caused the earth to tremble. Vali and the women of the palace emerged, disturbed and incensed by the commotion. I know who you are, Dhundubhi, why are you smashing the gates, he thundered above the din. Save your life, leave. However, the ignorant interloper resisted, screaming, “You are a bragger Vali! Fight me and show me your might. If you like, I’ll give you till tomorrow to enjoy yourself with your girlfriends. I’ll wait because killing the drunk, the careless, the sleeping, the defenceless, and those like you who are overcome by passion is considered murder. He is charged with the same crime as murdering an unborn child! The women were ejected by Vali. If you are not frightened of battling me, do not take my stupor into consideration, he mockingly said as he turned to face Dhundubhi. This passion that you accuse me of will now appear as the winning arrow. Vali landed on Dhundubhi and, donning the golden chain his father, Indra, had given him, they both engaged in a ferocious battle in an effort to win. Finally, Vali grabbed his foe by the horns, spun him around, and flung him to the ground. Dhundubhi shouted in agony as life slowly drained from his body and blood spurted from his ears. Vali picked up the dead form and threw it a league away! Blood dripped upon Matanga the Sage’s hermitage as it was suffering. The great sage was able to see the perpetrator of the crime thanks to the power of his penances, and he then cursed, “May he who carries the responsibility of this deed die if he ever travels within a league of this site. I want every Vanara to get out of here right now! Or change into a stone and stay here for a millennium! As they approached Kishkinda, the Vanara hoards fled and informed their monarch of the curse. Vali hastened to the guru to beg for pardon, but Matanga would not even acknowledge him. Vali fled in terror and regret. That curse made Rishyamuka unreachable for Vali and a refuge for Sugriva instead! The seven Sala trees, each of which Vali might penetrate with a single arrow, and the mountainous skeleton remains of Dhundubhi were next revealed to Rama. Sugriva used this statement to imply that Vali had the power to defeat Rama. With his toe, Rama discreetly picked up Dhundubhi’s skeleton and threw it ten miles away from where it had been. Sugriva, however, was not impressed! Given that Dhundubhi’s body must have weighted more than Rama’s skeleton, he claimed that Vali’s strength may still be greater. Sugriva said, “If you too can cut a Sala tree with your arrow, you could be his equal.
Rama pulled the gold-tipped arrow that had sprung from his bow like a bolt of lightning after observing Sugriva’s waning faith in him. The arrow burst out of the ground after severing the mountain and all seven Sala trees, then immediately dove into the quiver where it belonged. Sugriva’s incredulous stare was fixed on the amazing spectacle for only one ear-splitting second. Vanara bowed before Rama in the ensuing quiet as he was overcome with amazement. He mused aloud about how anyone might defeat him given his incredible talents. Sugriva pleaded Rama once again, “In agony and terror I suffer a life of sorrow, basking in the beautiful company of Rama. Get my wife, my empire, and my nemesis Vali, who is posing as my brother, killed! Sugriva was embraced by Rama, who instructed him to travel to Kishkinda and challenge Vali to a duel while he and the others would watch from cover of the nearby forest. When Sugriva arrived in Kishkinda, his eyes were blazing with desire, his teeth were clinched in rage, and a tempest was brewing inside him! He let out a howl of defiance that broke the night’s calm. As he proceeded swiftly to get his revenge, the earth trembled beneath his arrogant and haughty foot! Vali emerged from behind mountains as the Sun does in the morning when she heard the disturbance. He landed on Sugriva in a fit of wrath, and the two brothers began punching each other with fists that had the same strength as “Indra’s Vajra.” The two Vanaras were indistinguishable, much like the identical Aswinis, and Rama hesitated to shoot his arrow because of their mysterious identities. Sugriva, who was wounded and bruised as a result of Vali’s great power and unable to bear any more blows, escaped in the direction of Rishyamuka. Vali departed in disgust after recalling Matanga’s curse! Sugriva was enraged and, to add insult to injury, felt embarrassed while safe in the Matanga grove. “You asked me to invite Vali to a fight and got me trounced,” he complained, his head hung low in humiliation. How did you act? I never would have come here if you hadn’t assured me you couldn’t kill Vali. Rama made a discreet attempt to convince Sugriva that he should refrain from shooting at Vali since their identities were so similar. Slaying someone who has requested and been granted refuge is a sin that cannot be forgiven, even if it happens accidentally. I was forced to hold my arrow since I didn’t perceive any distinction between the two of you. Rama then advised Sugriva to return with a garland of the Gajapushpi to set him apart from Vali. Sugriva marched back into Kishkinda with a new sense of assurance.
Sugriva travelled through the most beautiful woods, mountains, and caverns while being protected by Rama’s heavenly weapons and being escorted by Rama, Lakshmana, Hanuman, Nala, and Nila. The most exotic water lily buds and blossoms adorned the shimmering lakes and flowing rivers, which shone like jewels. Elephant herds painted the scene like dark grey clouds as beautiful birds fluttered across the clear blue skies. Rama questioned a little green grove with several banana trees that came into view as they continued on their trek. Sugriva said that it had formerly been inhabited by the Saptarishis, a group of seven enormous ascetics. They physically arrived in the kingdom of the gods after surviving for 700 years solely on air, which they ingested every seventh day. The wall of trees that surrounds the hermitage is impenetrable to everyone, including the gods and Asuras. Respecting such great beings protects against bad luck and illness. Therefore, submit to them, said Sugriva. After that, the little army marched, mesmerised by the mesmerising show of nature and eager for battle and success. They soon came to Vali’s impregnable castle, which was difficult even for his foes to see!
Sugriva’s comrades hid in a dense forest that resembled a fort just outside of Kishkinda. Sugriva rushed forth on her own, itching for wartime retribution and triumph! He informed Rama that they had entered the Vanaras’ realm, which had golden gates, battlements covered in weapons, and bristling flags. Rama was also reminded by him that the moment had come for him to keep his vows. Rama said, “Yes,” promising to free Sugriva from his resentment and terror of Vali forever. “That power that down the Sala trees will also felled Vali! Sugriva, never question me! Because I am bound by dharma, I have never turned to anything against the truth and I never will, even in the midst of the worst catastrophes. Call Vali right now. He will arrive leaping, boastful of his triumphs, fearless, arrogantly conscious of his power, and always prepared for fight. Particularly if questioned in front of women, the brave do not tolerate resistance. Sugriva followed Rama’s advice as his roars appeared to rip the sky. Petrified deer lost their speed, birds plummeted to earth, and cattle grew pale and frightened like ladies being followed by terrible men. Sugriva was enraged and heaving like an ocean battered by the wind.
Sugriva entered Kishkinda roaring like a lion since she had the assurance of Rama’s backing. Vali sprung out of his castle when he heard the loud ruckus coming from inside. ” He was glowing red with wrath, like an arani getting ready for worship, and as he sprinted toward his foe, his furious steps rocked the ground! Tara, his wife, tenderly embraced him as she rose to her feet and admonished him, “Why is this wrath growing like a rain-fed torrent? Cast it away my lord! Think! A new dawn must come. Your opponent is neither superior to you, nor are you inferior to your enemy. This rashness is foolish, and I’ll explain why. Think of the resilience of your formerly despised adversary and runaway from your rage. Sugriva, who had been mortally wounded in battle and had fled in agony and panic, in her opinion, would never have fought again without assistance. Sugriva’s voice resonated with confidence, Tara said, and Vali should not even for a second fool himself into thinking he would win. Tara proceeded to discourage Vali. She had a suspicion that Sugriva, who was cunning and brilliant by nature, would never have allowed himself to go somewhere with someone without first evaluating his strength! And thus his ally’s strength must unquestionably be substantially greater than Vali’s! “They were born of the family of the Ikshvaku, and are none other than Rama and Lakshmsna, sons of the mighty king Dasaratha,” Tara added. “Their son Angada had been warned by the loyal informers who patrolled the jungle that those allies were not feeble but a force to reckon with. They are men of great virtue who have destroyed several Asuras. They are unmatched fighters who are admired and respected by everybody. Rama’s brilliance is difficult to see, comparable to the cosmic fire. He provides sanctuary to any creature that asks for it while being the bane of his foes and the haven of the righteous. Rama is a god! I implore you not to make war against such holiness! To prevent a quarrel that would be devastating for Vali, Tara begged with much anxiety. She pleaded with him to accept Sugriva since she was the closest relative he would ever find. “Let Sugriva stand by you like a brother and a fighter. Make him your heir and regent, said the queen of Kishkinda. However, the Lord of the Vanaras was in no mood to listen Tara’s frantic cries because he was uninformed of his impending catastrophe.
Vali didn’t see any reason to concur with Tara. Her worry was not only dismissed, but even called into doubt! He questioned why Sugriva, a brother who had become an adversary, should not be fought and why he should put up with Sugriva’s conceited bravado. Tara, in his opinion, was a coward who did not recognise his abilities and was thus encouraging him to quietly accept Sugriva’s insolence. Vali erupted, “I would sooner die than bear defiance in quiet!” “You expect me to disregard Sugriva’s challenge when he is compelled to fight? Rama would be prevented from hurting me, who am innocent, by his highest law of dharma. He begged Tara to go back to the palace and pledged to spare Sugriva’s life but only to obliterate his conceit. Tara returned to the palace after praying for Vali while feeling anxious and distressed. Vali hissed like a snake in wrath as he searched the area for his adversary. His fiery gaze saw Sugriva’s shimmering, golden-hued body. Vali was certain that Sugriva would be killed with only one strike! Sugriva, who was equally as self-assured, uprooted a Sala tree and hit Vali with it. The two enormous figures soon collided in a ferocious battle to the death! They clawed, pummelling, and kicked at each other with no holds barred and no skill spared. Rama’s arrow hit Vali with lightning speed as Sugriva was growing weary and looking around in terror for Rama to save him. Promise to Sugriva materialised as an arrow that pierced his intended victim Vali with the speed of the wind! Vali sank to the ground, motionless, like an Asoka tree felled by the howling storms. Despite suffering severe injuries, Vali did not lose his life, brilliance, or heroism since he was still sporting the golden necklace with gems that his father Indra had given him.
With the suddenness of a royal banner detached from its mooring lines, Vali’s corpse dropped to the ground. Neither his vitality nor his dignity left him while he lay still and dying on the harsh soil. Vali desired to meet the expert archer who had killed him, so Rama and Lakshmana went to visit him. “How can you, gifted with every virtue, who are the exact embodiment of dharma renowned for purity, compassion, and courage hit me even while I was battling someone else,” Vali questioned Rama as he was glistening with the brightness of the Sun as it descended to the ground. What do you stand to gain from this? I disregarded Tara’s advice and came here! I find it surprising that you are not only treacherous but also dishonest beneath the façade of dharma. Killing me was pointless because neither the Kshatriyas nor the Vysyas nor the Brahmins ate monkey meat or wore monkey skin. You are a bad person who poses as upholding dharma. How can a Kshatriya born into an aristocratic family kill someone covertly? You are a vile, evil person disguising himself as a man of peace! I would have murdered you if you had challenged me head-on. Why don’t you turn your force and power against your adversary Ravana, who deserves your fury? No matter where Ravana had hidden Sita, I would have discovered her in a day if you had only told me to. I shall pass away just like everyone else who is born will. It doesn’t matter at all! However, it was unjust to kill me in this way. Why did you do this, Rama? Only consider carefully before you respond,” a worn-out and wounded Vali said, looking at Rama, who was standing by his side and was as brilliant as the Sun.
“Unaware of dharma, you reject its standards in your ignorance,” Rama replied, turning to face the exhausted and quiet Vanara monarch. The Ikshvaku dynasty is in charge of this sea-encircled planet, which has hills, woods, and mountains. They are the only ones with the authority to reward or punish people, animals, and birds. Currently, Bharata is in charge while upholding dharma. You, a Vanara, should not follow the example of respectable rulers! You are not suited to be a king if you are a slave to your desires. ” According to Dharma, a younger brother should be seen as a deserving student and an equal of one’s son, while an elder brother should be regarded as a teacher of wisdom and equivalent to one’s father. Even the smartest persons have trouble understanding the subtleties of dharma. How is it comprehensible to a Vanara? Only the divinity that resides in a creature’s heart is conscious of right and wrong. You are mischievous and consult those who are equally mischievous. As though the blind led the blind, so it is. How can you comprehend the dharma? “Condemning me out of your rage is unjust. Your brother is like your son, and your sister-in-law is like your daughter. Stealing and engaging in sinful behaviour with your brother’s spouse while he is still alive is against the law. The only sanction for the crime is death. How can I, an Ikshvaku Kshatriya, ignore such a dharmic violation? According to the Sastras, a man who commits adultery with his sister, daughter, or brother’s wife must be put to death. I love Sugriva as much as I love Lakshmana. You are killed because you took his wife! Sugriva had asked me to murder her. How could I possibly break my word? A king who pardons the guilty suffers the repercussions of his actions. Because they are constrained by dharma, the earth’s rulers are not free to punish or reward people as they like. They don’t punish so that the guilty would repent and be cleansed of their misdeeds. “Since you have also reigned and been adored, I have talked to you with consideration for your human characteristics. Now I speak to the Vanara within you. Men hunt, either in the open or while hidden. Animals are shot at whether they are standing idly, acting angrily, or racing for their life! It is not illegal. Even Rajarshis slaughter creatures whose meat they do not consume. You are a Vanara, a member of the animal kingdom, and it is not a crime to kill you. Kings are gods that walk the planet in human form to uphold the dharma. To criticise someone is not appropriate. How can you accuse me of ignoring dharma when you are a slave to your every whim? Vanara, stop wailing so much. the unchangeable dharmic rules that have handed down this death sentence to you!” Finally, Vali saw that it was his mistake and not Rama’s. He apologised for his impulsive outbursts and pleaded with Rama to pardon him. He complimented Rama for his patience, commitment to the welfare of his people, and unwavering sense of justice! Rama’s attempts to reassure him left him feeling overwhelmed. He begged Rama with tears in his eyes to love Angada and Sugriva just as much as he loved Lakshmana and Bharata. He also asked Sugriva to spare Tara from her disgrace! As for me, a longing had always persisted in me that I should perish in your hands. “Angada endowed with your grace shall successfully reign Kishkinda,” said Vali. That is maybe the reason I disregarded Tara’s advice and survived the conflict with Sugriva. Rama gently comforted Vali by explaining that all that was meant to happen had already occurred. As he had acknowledged and expressed regret for his mistakes, he was also to let go of his regrets and worries. Then, to Vali’s relief, a kind voice brimming with limitless compassion said the words, “He has us Vali, Angada will be secure.” Rama’s voice was the evidence that he was both a noble friend and a noble foe.