Canto LXIV. Rambhá. “A great emprise,O lovely maid, To save the Gods,awaits thine aid: To bind the son of Kuśik sure, And take his soul with love's sweet lure.” Thus order'd by the Thousand-eyed The suppliant nymph in fear replied: “O Lord of Gods,this mighty sage Is very fierce and swift to rage. I doubt not,he so dread and stern On me his scorching wrath will turn. Of this,my lord,am I afraid: Have mercy on a timid maid.” Her suppliant hands began to shake, When thus again Lord Indra spake: “O Rambhá,drive thy fears away, And as I bid do