All 32 Uses of
mock
in
The Ramayana
- Then by Sampáti's counsel led, Brave Hanumán, who mocked at dread, Sprang at one wild tremendous leap Two hundred leagues across the deep.†
Book 1
- How Súrpa? akhá underwent The mockery and disfigurement.†
Book 1
- When thus the rite is mocked and stayed, And all my pious hopes delayed, Cast down in heart the spot I leave, And spent with fruitless labour grieve.†
Book 1 *
- The hundred girls, to wonder stirred, The wooing of the Wind-God heard, Laughed, as a jest, his suit aside, And with one voice they thus replied: "O mighty Wind, free spirit who All life pervadest, through and through, Thy wondrous power we maidens know; Then wherefore wilt thou mock us so?†
Book 1
- Then as the Gods sore wounded fled, Victorious Rudra, mocking, said: "Because, O Gods, ye gave me naught When I my rightful portion sought, Your dearest parts I will not spare, But with my bow your frames will tear."†
Book 1
- Its floors with deftest art inlaid, Its sculptured wolves in gold arrayed, With its bright sheen the palace took The mind of man and chained the look, For like the sun and moon it glowed, And mocked Kuvera's loved abode.†
Book 2
- Thus sighing and distressed, In misery and bitter grief, With fevered heart that mocked relief, Distracted in his mind, the chief Still mourned and found no rest.†
Book 2
- What Warrior born to royal sway From certain good would turn away, A doubtful duty to pursue, That mocks him with the distant view?†
Book 2
- Made perfect here, the saints supreme, On cars that mock the Day-God's gleam,— Their mortal bodies cast aside,— Sought heaven transformed and glorified, Here Gods to living things, who win Their favour, pure from cruel sin, Give royal rule and many a good, Immortal life and spirithood.†
Book 3
- Thus Lakshma? praised in scornful jest The long-toothed fiend with loathly breast, Who fondly heard his speech, nor knew His mocking words were aught but true.†
Book 3
- I tell thee Ráva? in my fright A thousand Rámas mock my sight, This wood with every bush and bough Seems all one fearful Ráma now.†
Book 3
- Jatáyus mocked the vain assay, And rent his ten left arms away.†
Book 3
- Alas, if Lakshma? chanced to hear That bitter cry of woe and fear What time Márícha, as he died, With voice that mocked my accents cried, Swift to my side the prince would flee And quit the dame to succour me.†
Book 3
- I must endure The mighty grief that mocks at cure.†
Book 3
- O Bel tree with thy golden fruit Round as her breast, no more be mute, Where is my radiant darling, gay In silk that mocks thy glossy spray?†
Book 3
- Why mock me now? thy gentle breast Was never prone to cruel jest.†
Book 3
- Alas, my darling's shapely neck She loved with chains of gold to deck,— That neck that mocked the sandal scent, The ruthless fiends have grasped and rent.†
Book 3
- If, Sítá hidden by some tree, Thou joyest still to mock at me, Cease, cease thy cruel sport, and take Compassion, or my heart will break.†
Book 3
- Such mockery in a holy spot Where hermits dwell beseems thee not.†
Book 3
- Great chiefs like thee, the best of men, Endowed with sense and piercing ken, Though tried by trouble never fail, Like rooted hills that mock the gale.†
Book 3
- But till the flames my corse devour This hidden knowledge mocks my power.†
Book 3
- Hark, the loud Ko'l swells his throat, And mocks me with his joyful note.†
Book 4
- (530) Asoka, brightest tree that grows, That lends a pang to lovers' woes, Hangs out his gorgeous bloom in scorn And mocks me as I weep forlorn.†
Book 4
- He heard the Sáras cry, and faint With sorrow poured his love-born plaint: "She, she who mocked the softest tone Of wild birds' voices with her own,— Where strays she now, my love who played So happy in our hermit shade?†
Book 4
- I in a shape to mock their sight Must steal within the town by night, Blind with my art the demons' eyes, And thus achieve my enterprise.†
Book 5
- Each sight I see, each sound I hear, Brings Ráma to mine eye or ear, The wish was in my heart, and hence The sweet illusion mocked my sense.†
Book 5
- tis the fiend, who tries To mock me with a new disguise.†
Book 5
- The Rákshas saw that naught might kill The wondrous foe who mocked his skill, And launched a magic shaft to throw A binding spell about his foe.†
Book 5
- Hanúmán came, a foe disguised, And mocked us heedless and surprised, Or never had he lived to flee And boast that he has fought with me.†
Book 6
- Disdainful still my love she spurns, Still from each prayer and offering turns, Yet in all lands beneath the sun No dame may rival Sítá, none, Her dainty waist is round and slight, Her cheek like autumn's moon is bright, And she like fruit in graven gold Mocks her(921) whom Maya framed of old.†
Book 6
- They saw Narántak's mighty form Borne on a steed that mocked the storm.†
Book 6
- He looked upon that archer chief Whose full eye mocked the lotus leaf, And thus the noble Vánar spake: "Now meet the queen for whose dear sake Thy mighty task was first begun, And now the glorious fruit is won.†
Book 6