Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/230

 Begirt with high-plumed nobles, by the flood The first great minister of India stood, The Catual his name in India's tongue; To G AMA swift the lordly regent sprung: His open arms the valiant chief enfold, And now he lands him on the shore of gold: With pomp unwonted India's nobles greet The fearless heroes of the warlike fleet. A couch on shoulders borne, in India's mode, With gold the canopy and purple glow'd, Receives the Lusian captain; equal rides The lordly catual, and onward guides, While G AMA 's train, and thousands of the throng Of India's sons, encircling pour along. To hold discourse in various tongues they try; In vain; the accents unremember'd die Instant as utter'd. Thus on Babel's plain Each builder heard his mate, and heard in vain. G AMA the while, and India's second lord, Hold glad responses, as the various word The faithful Moor unfolds. The city gate They past, and onward, tower'd in sumptuous state, Before them now the sacred temple rose; The portals wide the sculptured shrines disclose. The chiefs advance, and, entered now, behold The gods of wood, cold stone, and shining gold; Various of figure, and of various face, As the foul Demon will'd the likeness base. Taught