Canto LXXV. The Parle. “Heroic Ráma,men proclaim The marvels of thy matchless fame, And I from loud-voiced rumour know The exploit of the broken bow, Yea,bent and broken,mighty Chief, A feat most wondrous,past belief. Stirred by thy fame thy face I sought: A peerless bow I too have brought. This mighty weapon,strong and dire, Great Jamadagni owned,my sire. Draw with its shaft my father's bow, And thus thy might,O Ráma,show. This proof of prowess let me see— The weapon bent and drawn by thee; Then single fight our strength shall try, And this shall raise thy glory high.” King Daśaratha