XIII

The sin, that stamped on Indra stigmas vile,
The sin, that sought Draupadi to defile,
The sin, that stained the moon’s once stainless face,
The sin, that left no scion of Rāwan’s race,
The sin, that set at Keechuk fierce Arjun,
The sin, that blighted Shishpāl’s marriage moon,
The sin, that burnt Bhasmāsur’s life away,
Is now a toy, wherewith men lightly play.*