Raama and Lakshmana, seated one on each shoulder, knowing that weapons could not
kill him, wrenched off his arms and threw them down. They then attacked him with their
hands and feet. Still they could not kill him on account of Brahma's boon, but the
agony of his wounds was so great that he howled with it. Unfortunately for him he had
asked for immunity from slaughter, but not from pain.
The brothers threw down the exhausted
monster and Raama planted his foot on his neck to prevent him from rising.
The touch of Raama's feet cleared the mist
in which the curse incurred in a previous birth had shrouded his understanding, and in the
sudden light of recollection he joined his hands and said humbly, "Your feet have
touched me, Lord, and my eyes are opened. I have realised who you are. I am under a curse,
but you can save me. I am not a raakshasa by birth, but a Gandharva.