Canto LVI. Visvámitra's Vow. But Viśvámitra,at the threat Of that illustrious anchoret, Cried,as he launched with ready hand A fiery weapon,“Stand,O Stand!” Vaśishṭha,wild with rage and hate, Raising,as'twere the Rod of Fate, His mighty Bráhman wand on high, To Viśvámitra made reply: “Nay,stand,O Warrior thou,and show What soldier can,'gainst Bráhman foe. O Gádhi's son,thy days are told; Thy pride is tamed,thy dart is cold. How shall a warrior's puissance dare With Bráhman's awful strength compare? To-day,base Warrior,shall thou feel That God-sent might is more than steel.” He raised his Bráhman staff,nor missed The fiery dart that near him hissed: And