All 50 Uses of
strife
in
The Ramayana
- Then, summoned by his awful shout, King Báli came in fury out, First comforted his trembling wife, Then sought Sugríva in the strife.†
Book 1strife = violent conflict or angry disagreement
- By grace of Heaven he raised to life The chieftains slain in mortal strife; Then in the magic chariot through The clouds to Nandigráma flew.†
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- How Báli in the strife was slain, And how Sugríva came to reign.†
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- s fall in battle strife.†
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- This smites the foe in battle-strife, And takes his fortune, strength, and life.†
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- Thus longing for the strife, they prayed, And thus the hermits answer made: "Till the fifth day be come and past, O Raghu's sons, your watch must last.†
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- Remain Pure from all spot, and thou shalt gain A son whose arm shall take the life Of Indra in the battle strife.†
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- She lowed, and quickened into life, Pahlavas,(226) burning for the strife, King Visvámitra's army slew Before the very leader's view.†
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- Then all the dwellers in the sky, Minstrel, and saint, and God drew nigh, And prayed them that the strife might cease, And the great rivals met in peace.†
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- As generations spring to life I war them down in endless strife.†
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- And how thy foe in doubtful strife Had nigh bereft thee of thy life.†
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- Speak, brother, tell thy foeman's name Whom I, in conquering strife, May strip of followers and fame, Of fortune, or of life.†
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- She merits not the name of wife Who cherishes perpetual strife With her own husband good and wise, Her lord both here and in the skies.†
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- How, urged by stress of any ill, Should sons their father's life-blood spill, Or brother slay in impious strife A brother dearer than his life?†
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- This woman young and fair of frame Shall be the conquering giant's dame: Your blood, ye things of evil life, My lips shall quaff in battle strife.†
Book 3
- When Ráma saw no arms might slay The fiend who like a mountain lay, The glorious hero, swift to save In danger, thus his counsel gave: "O Prince of men, his charmed life No arms may take in battle strife: Now dig we in this grove a pit His elephantine bulk to fit, And let the hollowed earth enfold The monster of gigantic mould."†
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- I long in battle strife to close.†
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- Three several sins defile the soul, Born of desire that spurns control: First, utterance of a lying word, Then, viler both, the next, and third: The lawless love of other's wife, The thirst of blood uncaused by strife.†
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- Deep in a holy grove, of yore, Where bird and beast from strife forbore, Suchi beneath the sheltering boughs, A truthful hermit kept his vows.†
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- The Bráhman-slayers raised on high Their mighty spears and made reply: They spoke with eyes aglow with ire, While Ráma's burnt with vengeful tire, And answered thus, in fury wild, That peerless chief whose tones were mild: "Nay thou hast angered, overbold, Khara our lord, the mighty-souled, And for thy sin, in battle strife Shalt yield to us thy forfeit life.†
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- All signs foretell the dangerous strife, The jeopardy of limb and life.†
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- The fiends who yet were left with life, Routed and crushed in battle strife, To Khara's side, like trembling deer Scared by the hunter, fled in fear.†
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- High on his car the giant rose Prepared in deadly strife to close, And all the spirits saw him stand Like Yáma with his noose in hand.†
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- He went to Bhogavatí's town,(485) Where Vásuki was beaten down, And stole, victorious in the strife, Lord Takshaka's beloved wife.†
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- Cast not away in hopeless strife Thy realm, thy bliss, thine own dear life.†
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- If deaf to every friendly prayer, Thou still wilt seek the strife, And from the side of Ráma tear His lovely Maithil wife, Soon will thy life and empire end Destroyed by Ráma's bow, And thou, with kith and kin and friend, To Yáma's realm must go.†
Book 3
- And shall that lord of lion heart, Skilled in the bow and spear and dart, Spare thee, O fiend, in battle strife, The robber of his darling wife?†
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- She nerves my spirit for the strife, She, only she gives zest to life, Dear as my breath is she who vies In charms with daughters of the skies.†
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- Slain by the fiend in mortal strife For me he yields his noble life.†
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- Supreme amid the vulture kind His ancient rule the bird resigned, And conquered in the fruitless strife Gave for my sake his noble life.†
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- This bird of most ill-omened note, Loud screaming with discordant throat, Announces with a warning cry That strife and victory are nigh.†
Book 3
- Be firm, be patient, nor forget The bounds the brave of heart have set In loss, in woe, in strife, in fear, When the dark hour of death is near.†
Book 4
- Then Ráma spoke: "O friend, relate Whence sprang fraternal strife and hate, That duly taught by thee, I may Each foeman's strength and weakness weigh: And skilled in every chance restore The blissful state thou hadst before.†
Book 4
- He spoke: Sugríva joyed to hear, Nor less his lords were glad of cheer: And thus to Ráma mighty-souled The cause that moved their strife he told: Canto IX.†
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- The fiend Máyáví,—him of yore To Dundubhi(563) his mother bore,— For woman's love in strife engaged, A deadly war with Báli waged.†
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- My brother heard the furious shout, And wild with rage rushed madly out, Though fain would I and each sad wife Detain him from the deadly strife.†
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- Scarce might the Gods, arrayed for strife By Indra's self, escape, with life Assailed by thy victorious hand: And how may Báli hope to stand?†
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- He spoke; and wild with rage and pride, The fierce Sugríva thus replied: "Thus let my arm begin the strife And from thy body crush the life."†
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- Such hero strength and valour, shown Upon the innocent alone, Thou hast not proved in manly strife On him who robbed thee of thy wife.†
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- Those who have wives and who have none, They lust for power, are fierce and bold, Or hate us for the strife of old.†
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- Who, when, in stress of mortal strife His noble brother fought for life, Against the valiant warrior barred The portal which he stood to guard?†
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- My lord was grateful, true and wise, And looked on woe with pitying eyes; But now, recoiling from the strife He pities not his captive wife.†
Book 5
- And say, what evil had the son Of Raghu to our monarch done, Who stole the dame he loved so well And keeps her in his citadel; If Khara in his foolish pride Encountered Ráma, fought, and died, May not the meanest love his life And guard it in the deadly strife?†
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- His soul is burning for the strife, Nor dreads the jeopardy of life.†
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- They rose, and each in fiercer mood The sanguinary strife renewed.†
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- "I could not," cried Sugríva, "brook Upon the giant king to look, Nor challenge to the deadly strife The fiend who robbed thee of thy wife."†
Book 6
- They met in mortal strife engaged, And long and fierce the battle raged.†
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- Worn out with toil, their limbs bedewed, With blood, the strife they still renewed, Like Mercury and fiery Mars Met in fierce battle mid the stars.†
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- This arm shall prove thee in the strife And end thy glory and thy life.†
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- No fond affection for my wife Inspired me in the hour of strife.†
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