Valmiki,
The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse
“ By chaplain-priest, the hymns who knew,In decent form and order due.Some time in sacrifice had past,And Viśvámitra made, at last,The solemn offering with the prayerThat all the Gods might come and share.But the Immortals, one and all,Refused to hear the hermit's call. Then red with rage his eyeballs blazed:The sacred ladle high he raised,And cried to King Ikshváku's son:“Behold my power, by penance won:Now by the might my merits lend,Ikshváku's child, to heaven ascend.In living frame the skies attain,Which mortals thus can scarcely gain. ”
