Ravana on Rama and Ravi— Deathbed Realisation

My blindness I have seen —
Crowned, learned… and dark.

I drifted in a sea
Of power… and praise.

There was a storm —
My fury its thunder.

I sank to the deep
Of my own immeasurable self.

And there — through arrows of light —
Came a hand.

Not Rama’s alone.

Surya — Emperor —
Rising within the king I opposed.

My fall… a bowl of fire
Offered to Surya Narayana.

RA… RA… RA…
No longer my roar —
But the Sun
Chanting through my eyes