Canto 43 Itching for Fight None there left to give battle Prahastha’s son as not yet reached Thought of future course Hanuman. Thought he fit to despoil Hill like palace found therein Used for funeral pyres to lay. Up the golden roof of it Hop step and jump he went. Perched on top of that terrace Seemed he rivalled sun in skies. Saw all those him stand up there Wondered how he reached those heights. Grew he so tall that he touched Skyscape that was filled with clouds. Slapped afresh he arms his strong Sound that