How can Rama be a mere man, you arrogant fool? Is the god of love an ordinary archer, the Ganga a mere stream, the cow of plenty just an ordinary beast, the tree of Paradise a mere tree, the gift of food an ordinary gift, nectar an ordinary drink,

- Garuda (the mount of Vishnu) just a bird, the thousand-headed Shesha no more than a snake and the philosopher’s stone a mere pebble? Listen, O dullard! Is Vaikuntha a sphere like any other and unflinching faith in Raghunatha an ordinary blessing?

And is Hanuman, O fool, ordinary monkey, who got off unhurt after crushing your pride and that of your army, laid waste your ashoka grove setting fire to your city and slaying your son?

Listen, Ravana, and have done with all deceit; why do you not worship Raghunatha, the All-merciful? Oh wretch, if you persist in your hostility to Rama, neither Brahma or Shiva can protect you.

Fool, brag not in vain; if you contend with Rama, such will be your fate; smitten by Rama’s arrows, your many heads will come tumbling on the ground, in front of the monkeys,

- and the bears and monkeys will pay polo with those heads as with so many balls. When Raghunatha is filled with fury in battle and his arrows fly quick and terrible,

- will you then be able to persist in your vain boasting? Remember this and adore the high-souled Rama!’ Hearing Angad’s words, Ravana flared up like a great blazing fire upon which ghi has been cast.