The gods begged Vaayu to lay aside his anger and showered blessings on I you.
Brahma and Indra gave you boons. No weapon can slay you. Death can only come to you at
your will and not other wise. You are immortal. Born of Anjanaa and begotten of the spirit
of the Wind-God, you are equal to him in splendour, intelligence and power.
"But, for all your strength, you are
virtuous and modest. You alone can help us to fulfil Raama's purpose. Crossing the sea is
no hard task to you. This great army of Vaanaras, struggling in a sea of distress, you
should rescue. You, who can cross the sea, should not leave your power unused.
"Increase your stature. You are the
equal of Garuda. Once I too was strong like you and traversed the globe twenty-one times.
At the churning of the ocean of milk, I fetched herbs from the four quarters at the
bidding of the gods. But now I am old and weak. You are the sole hope of the Vaanaras. |