When Ravana learned that his son had died, he fainted in deep sorrow. He cried, tormented by an intolerable pain “My son! pride in my military! I shouldn’t cry for you since everyone wants to die on the battlefield—even the devas want to. You gain eternal reputation in paradise by giving your life for the cause of your lord. The gods, sages, and kings may now live in peace because you are gone, but to me, all the worlds feel empty without you. On the day I passed away, I hoped you would carry out the cremation rites! How could you, my child, depart and leave me to perform your departure rites? Where have you been? How could you go without killing Rama, Lakshmana, and Sugriva when you had always protected me from my enemies? Soon, vengeful thoughts replaced Ravana’s anguish. He desired Sita’s death and was aflame with rage. He spake “I attained the rank of Brahma over the course of countless ages, through suffering and penance. He promised me eternal life and bestowed upon me a life without end. I will now ride equipped with his gift, including the powerful bow and armour whose gleam puts the sun to shame.”
Suparsva, one of his ministers, stated as he went to Sita and threatened to murder her, “Ravana, how can you turn to this when you were born into a great race, are the ruler of all raskhsasas, are a master of the Vedas, and have carried out the most arduous of penances? Show your rage at Rama and claim Sita, great swordsman, charioteer, and warrior.”
As the surviving armour sent word of the carnage to Lanka, a profound grief poured upon its inhabitants. Surpanaka, the culprit, was cursed by bereaved family “She was an ugly, disgusting lady who requested from Rama the destruction of the whole rakshasa race. Sita was taken to Lanka by her, and as a result, Ravana brought about his own demise. Lanka wouldn’t have turned into a cemetery if he had simply listened to Vibhishana. Ravana has defeated the most powerful beings, including Kumbhakarna, Athikaya, and his dearest friend Indrajit. How can he still be blind to Rama’s power? Rama is not a human. In such guise, he is Yama, Vishnu, or Rudra. Except for humans, Ravana is immune to death, hence he is currently in serious danger from humans. Shiva had prophesied that for the destruction of the rakshasas, a lady will be born who will do you all a lot of good when the sages approached him pleading for his protection from Ravana. Sita, who will likely join Ravana in destroying us, may be that woman.”
Even as he listened to Lanka’s cries, Ravana’s sorrow gave way to even more rage, and he gave the order for Mahodara, Mahaparsva, and Virupaksha to get ready for battle. He said, “I shall wipe the tears of the sobbing lady and send Rama, Lakshmana, and their troops to the realm of Yama.”
As Ravana rode out of the gates of Lanka, the land reverberated with the footsteps of assembling forces, and the worst signs of bad luck arose. But the misled rakshasa hurried to face his demise, driven by fate and dismissing all warnings.
Numerous vanaras perished as they were unable to withstand Ravana’s attack. Sugriva poured giant trees and mountain peaks upon the enemy as their maimed carcasses piled up, and in the ensuing turmoil, Virupaksha was killed.
The two armies’ combined numbers decreased as the slaughter went on. As a result of Virupaksha’s passing, Ravana felt abandoned by the heavenly favour and alternated between rage and sadness. “You alone are my hope,” he murmured, turning to face Mahodara.
Mahodara stood facing Sugriva in clear obedience, but he soon died. The vanaras were ecstatic, and Ravana’s misery had no bounds as his severed head dropped to the ground.
Mahaparsva, driven by intense fury for Mahodara’s passing, went on the attack. A huge iron rod was thrown at the rakshasa by Angada when he saw this, shattering his chariot and killing his horses. Mahaparsva was killed by his subsequent strike.
Ravana, who was devastated by the deaths of his closest relatives and great leaders, vowed to murder Rama and Lakshmana, saying, “I shall chop down the tree named Rama, whose branches are Sugriva, Jambavan, Angada, Kumuda, Nala, and all the others.” When Ravana arrived on the battlefield, he noticed Rama, the enemy-destroyer, gleaming like Vishnu. Rama’s bow and Ravana’s arrows alone killed thousands of people during the battle between the good and the wicked. The sun’s beams were then stopped in their tracks in the sky, making the earth dismal and terrifying. Because of the expertise and potency of their weapons, neither Rama nor Ravana appeared to be hurt by either one. When Lakshmana recovered, Vibhishana’s arrow killed Ravana’s horses and Lakshmana’s arrow finally snapped the bow. “Lakshmana you will now fall to my most invincible weapon which brooks no opposition and knows no defeat,” yelled a furious Ravana.
Outraged that his weapons were being destroyed even before they reached their intended target, Ravana launched his next terrifying missile, which knocked Lakshmana to the ground. Rama watched in disbelief as Lakshmana’s blood-stained corpse writhed in agony, his eyes flowing with tears. Rama stated as he emerged from his sadness, “He is here who I have been looking for. I’m going to murder that sinner immediately. Either Ravana or Rama will die today, and the world will witness the biggest conflict ever. The planets will be aware of who Rama is and will swarm together to discuss how Rama battled.
The biggest conflict then started. Ravana was terrified by the missile thunder, as were the other monsters. He retreated, driven away like a wind-blown cloud, unable to confront the torrential shower of weapons and terrified of them.
Lakshmana’s widow continues to weep while continuing to fire arrows “Susena, I can’t bear to watch Lakshmana suffer like that. Weeping for him, how can I go on fighting and even survive if he dies? What good is my life, Sita, or this war?” Hanuman was dispatched by Sugriva to swiftly get the herbs he had previously brought. The southern summit of the Oshadhi mountain was plucked by the great vanara and taken back because he was unable to recognise the plants growing there. Lakshmana, who was forced to smell the herbs in Lanka, awoke from his injuries and sat up, pleading with Rama to kill Ravana that very day before dusk.
The onlooker gods, gandharvas, and devas objected, feeling it was unjust when Ravana returned on a different gorgeous chariot while Rama remained on the ground. Just then, Indra himself dispatched Matali, his charioteer, and a chariot blazing like the suns in all golden brilliance. The most terrifying battle the world has ever witnessed started in this manner. The enraged rakshasa king, who had 10 heads and was as big as the Mainaka mountain, stood there and continuously shot arrows at Rama with his twenty hands. The Lord became enraged, the earth trembled, the oceans shook, birds screamed, and even Ravana became terrified.
Ravana was furious when he saw Rama, who was standing so motionless and unmoving, as the battle heated up. Rama mocked his opponent while bleeding and injured “Ravana, you are not a hero only because you took my bride from Janasthana while I was away. You strut around in vain. Stealer of women, you seek your own demise by breaking every rule of dharma and doing every conceivable evil. May hawks consume your blood and jackals take away your severed head.”
Rama looked to have all the weapons at his command. Incapable of defending himself against the hail of weapons and hurt by the vanaras’ pelting of rocks, Ravana cowered. Finally, Ravana’s charioteer discreetly departed the fight field after observing that his lord was standing bewildered and about to perish.
Ravana furiously objected when he knew he was being carried away by fate and encouraged by death “Stupid wretch! In front of the most powerful soldiers present, how dare you force me away, making me appear a coward? Your behaviour befits an adversary, not a buddy. Bring me back quickly before the enemy pursues me.” Ravana’s stupid diatribe was refuted by the charioteer “You were bewildered after fighting for a long time. The horses were worn out, and the odds were stacked against you. I did it out of love for you and to save you.” Ravana requested to be carried back to slay his foes, whom he never spared, after giving the charioteer relief and a gem.
Rama was standing exhausted and anxious as Sage Agastya arrived to see the epic battle. He approached him and said, “Rama, pay attention to the timeless key of overcoming any challenges. It is the aditya hridayam, a song sung in the sun’s honour. It is a chant, an invocation that has the power to defeat adversaries. It wards off everything bad and is an everlasting, imperishable, and fortunate prayer. To ensure Ravana’s demise and your victory, recite this mantra three times. The sun deity warned that the king of the rakshasas was going to die, but Rama, strengthened by the mantra, went to meet Ravana with more assurance.
Rama was standing by. Matali said as Ravana’s chariot approached: “Astonishing black horses, ringing bells, and the chariot’s quick motion can all be seen. He rushes to his death.” The demise of the rakshasa monarch was predicted by the evil omens that reappeared. Lanka was enveloped in darkness by a spooky night. Rain came from the clear heavens, the ground under Ravana’s chariot trembled, and Ravana’s horse wept.
They were just as many favourable signs for Rama as there were for Ravana. Rama battled with tremendous joy at the notion of shortly seeing Sita.
Rama and Ravana engaged in combat, sure of their triumph. While colliding arrows fell from above, the flying arrows created a canopy that blocked the blue and created a second sky.
The battle raged on, and when an arrow wounded Matali, Rama became enraged. Meanwhile, the wise men and gods prayed for Ravana’s swift destruction. One of the weapons that was fired into the air, together with missiles and other weaponry, severed the skull of Ravana. A new head emerged even as the three worlds marvelled at it! So it continued. Even when Rama cut them off 101 times, they continued sprouting back. Rama wondered why his arrows, which had formerly dispatched the mightiest of rakshasas, now flew in vain as Ravana lived on.
They battled continuously and without respite, and Matali was concerned about Rama winning. Rama finally picked up his most potent astra, a tool Brahma had made to subdue evil. Its speed and the wind’s gusts’ glare were in perfect harmony. The ground trembled and creatures froze in fear as Rama silently inserted it into his bow.
The arrow was aimed at Ravana and went through his chest, out through his back, down into the ground, and back into Rama’s quiver. Without any support, Ravana’s bow collapsed, and Ravana lost his life.
Rakshasas who had survived to see their king’s demise fled in horror. The vanaras were ecstatic. The universe was cleansed of Ravana’s wickedness with the sound of heaven’s cymbals.
When Vibhishana learned that his brother was dead, he wept “Ravana, renowned for your bravery, wisdom, and strength, you are now paying for your transgression. No one—not Prahastha, Indrajit, Kumbhakarna, or anybody else—condemned the crime of taking Sita, which you now paid with your life, yet you did not pass away a coward. You died bravely, therefore it is inappropriate to express sympathy for a hero’s passing. Since everyone who is born would eventually pass away, Rama comforted Vibhishana by advising him to start planning Ravana’s funeral. He went on, “Enmity ends with death. It is no longer necessary for it to exist. He is your kin, but he is also mine, and I love him just as much as you do.”
The bereaved wives of Ravana came flooding out of the palace. They scoured the battlefield, competing with the vultures, and when they discovered him, they cried out, “The rakshasas, you, and we wouldn’t all be dead if only you had listened to Vibhishana and brought Sita back. If Rama had been our buddy, Lanka would not have experienced this terrible sorrow. This devastation is likewise a predetermined act. No force on earth, no amount of money, or any amount of bravery can stop it.
You must be ashamed, right? This Rama is the world’s defender and sustainer, not just a common mortal. Neither birth nor death exist for him. He is Lord Vishnu himself, existing beyond of the realm of nature. Along with the devas, who are present in the shape of vanaras, the earth’s lord is there in human form to serve as its protector.”
Vibhishana refused to carry out the burial rituals when the time came since Ravana was vicious, brutal, and took other people’s women. He is a barbarian, and the world won’t judge me for not paying him respects. Rama had another opinion. He stated: “You are strong and noble even if you are unfair and cruel. Enmity ceases with death. Let’s do the obsequies now that our goal has been met.
Rama also lay down the heavenly armour, swords, and astras that Mahendra had given him when Vibhishana had lit the funeral pyre and all the rituals had been completed.
With Ravana’s demise, the gods, devas, and everyone else who had come to see the epic battle returned in joy. Matali was honoured by Rama and went back to paradise. Rama hugged Sugriva in appreciation for his assistance and urged Lakshmana to appoint Vibhishana as king of Lanka. He then gave Hanuman the go-ahead to inform Sita of Ravana’s demise while travelling to Lanka with Vibhishana’s consent.
Hanuman discovered Sita ungroomed and dejected in Lanka. When she recognised him, her excitement knew no bounds “I can’t seem to put my appreciation and happiness into words. Even more challenging than attempting to praise you is trying to give you a reward. In the three realms, nothing appears appropriate. Hanuman’s modest response to Sita’s jubilation was that her words alone were the greatest gift. Sita protested when he said that his only aim was to attack and kill her brutal demon guard “Hanuman, whether a person is a saint or a sinner, they should be treated with compassion when they deserve to die. It is in the nature of the rakshasas to engage in various forms of sin for pleasure, so I don’t like to hold it against them. I take responsibility for my suffering because you reap what you sow. It may be a result of what I did in the past. The rakshasas only carried out their instructions. Monarchs must be obeyed when they make a bid. The good never return evil for evil. Their adornment is compassion.” Hanuman was amazed by Sita’s arguments and said that only she, as the deserving wife of Rama, could make such claims. He flew back to Rama after bidding her a respectful farewell. When Hanuman returned, he informed Rama of Sita’s desire to meet Lakshmana and him. The world may look askance at my rescuing Sita from Ravana’s house, where she has been for a very long time, but if I abandon her who is innocent, it would only bring me disgrace, Rama replied as his eyes welled with sorrow.” He asked Vibhishana to bring Sita to him while exhaling heavily.
Vibhishana asked Rama if there was anything else to do as he prepared to leave, and Rama responded, “We were able to enter Lanka, the impregnable city of the rakshasas, thanks to the vanaras who came here at great personal risk. As a result, please honour them by giving them diamonds and the finest gemstones. Reward your own citizens for their loyalty as well. They will respect you more as a result of your generosity, which will make you famous as king.”
Sugriva and Vibhishana urged that they, too, would want to see the coronation just as Rama was ready to enter the pushpaka while carefully holding Sita. Even the vanaras wanted to go after making a promise not to cause any trouble. Rama concurred, and the joyful crowd soon took to the air!
Rama stated as he flew over Lanka, “Sita, take a look at Lanka, which is perched atop Trikoota and is as tall as Mount Kailash. You are to blame for Ravana’s death and Lanka’s saturation in rakshasa blood and flesh.” He continued by showing her the various locations where legendary rakshasas like Kumbhakarna, Indrajit, Prahastha, and others had perished, the location where Mandodari and Ravana’s 1,000 other wives had wept, and the roiling, trashing sea that Hanuman had traversed and that they had later bridged.
Later, Sita gently recommended that Tara and the spouses of all the great vanaras should accompany them as they flew over Kishkinda. It was completed. Rama said as they got close to Ayodhya, “Ayodhya is there! Let’s show respect to that lovely city.”
Chaitrasuddha Panchami was the day Rama left Ayodhya to go into exile. On a similar day fourteen years later, Rama approached Bharadwaja and inquired about the well-being of everyone in Ayodhya. The sage claimed that everything was OK save the fact that Bharatha lived with matted hair, went ungroomed, and didn’t care about his physique when sitting on the throne in Rama’s sandals. Rama responded to Bharadwaja’s query about the boon he would want to request, “May every tree along the route to Ayodhya grow the most exquisitely delectable fruit throughout the year. To the delight of the vanaras, even trees that had been barren for years suddenly erupted with the most exotic fruit the moment he spoke.”
Hanuman saw Bharatha, who resembled a different dharma-loving deity. He remarked as he bowed to him: “I’ll tell you about the person you’re grieving for, King. He wants you to know that everything is well.
Bharatha fainted with happiness and was overcome. He embraced Hanuman after regaining consciousness and stated, “Even though you tell me about Rama out of compassion, I have no idea if you are divine or human. For this wonderful news, I’ll give you a reward. I offer you a hundred thousand cows, a hundred towns, jewellery, and the most gorgeous ladies from the greatest of houses who are worth getting married.”
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