Shesha (Lakshmana) so smote him in various ways that the demon Meghanada was all but dead. The son of Ravana thought to himself, ‘I am in mortal peril; he will surely slay me.’

Then he let fly his javelin, the doom of warriors, glittering and keen; and lo ! it struck Lakshmana in the breast. So great was the shock that he fell insensible, and Meghanada went near him, no longer afraid.

Hundreds and thousands of champions as powerful as Meghanada strove to lift him up; but how could Shesha, the support of the world, be thus lifted? They went off, smarting with shame.

Listen, Girija, said Shiva; who can conquer him in battle, the fire of whose wrath would consume in a moment all the fourteen spheres, whom gods and men and all beings, moving and unmoving, adore?

He alone can understand this mystery on whom descends the grace of Rama. Now that day had faded, both the armies retired and their commanders of the different units began to muster their several troops.

The all-pervading and invincible Lord of the universe, the all-merciful Supreme Spirit, asked: ‘Where is Lakshmana?’ Meanwhile, Hanuman brought him in; seeing his younger brother (in a swoon), Rama felt sore distressed.

Jambavan said, ‘Sushena the physician lives in Lanka; who will be sent to fetch him here?’ Assuming a tiny (indiscernible) form, Hanuman straightway went and brought him, house and all.